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reysdriver · 2 months ago

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Settle Down | J.P.

tension between you and James is on the rise as you reach the last couple weeks of your pregnancy, and insecurity starts getting the best of your husband — dad!farmer!james x mom!reader fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: reader is quite pregnant, jealousy, worries of cheating (irrational fear here, of course), relationship insecurity, body insecurity, and it gets pretty suggestive at the end

words: 3.7k

Harry ran as quickly as his little legs could take him through the field, over to his dad and the new farmhand so he could invite them in for lemonade you had just made with the kids.

You watched the adorable sight from inside while holding your 18 month-old against your chest. It was hard to manoeuvre while heavily pregnant but Ivy loves being held, and it’s so hard saying no to your little girl.

Harry ran inside first, sporting a proud grin and announcing that he had done as you asked. Since you couldn’t bend down to kiss him, you patted your son on his head and poured him a glass of the lemonade you promised him for calling over the men inside.

Your son happily gulped down the drink and held out his glass, asking for a refill. You smiled and obliged his request. As you poured once again, James strode in while making an exaggerated expression of disappointment.

“You’re supposed to be resting.” He reminded you, as if you could forget.

“I didn’t strain myself making the lemonade, and I got a helper to pass on the message to you boys outside.”

James tousled Harry’s hair, letting him know he was proud. “Good boy, helping your mama.”

“I made the lemonade too!” Harry beamed, liquid rimming his mouth from his forceful downing of the drink.

“Yes, you did!” You turned to James, smiling smugly. “See, it’s basically rest.”

He frowned, disapproving of your decision to keep up with small tasks when your doctor has recommended that you spend most of your time resting until the new baby comes.

“I’m not worried, Jamie.”

“Well, I am.” He told you, gently taking Ivy from your arms and holding her with significantly less effort than it takes you to do the same thing. “I’m your husband, so it’s my job to worry about you. Please go relax upstairs. I can’t relax if you don’t.”

“I can’t see the barn or the field when I’m in bed. I get sad without that view.”

Flattery would not work on James in this scenario, but you could see that it was definitely helping. His face softened and hints of a smile were almost peeking out.

Interrupting your little moment, Jack, the new farmhand walked through the front door.

You turned away from James so you could pour the younger man some lemonade, but he interjected.

“I can get that, Miss Potter. I’m the one working for you, no need to put yourself out in your condition.” Jack said, reaching for the lemonade and an empty glass on the counter.

You heard James muttering an angry “Missus” under his breath, but you chose to ignore it.

Other than the title, Jack was right. He was preaching exactly what you had been upset with James for bothering you about. But you could only be mad at James, since he was your husband and his lectures were constant.

“Isn’t it good, Dad?” Harry asked happily, looking up at his father.

“It’s amazing, Haz.” He said, really to both you and Harry.

Then the new farmhand spoke up with his own testimony to the beverage. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”

James noticed you looked flattered at the pair of compliments—he hoped you gave his own a little bit more weight—and guzzled down the rest of his drink.

“Alright, love, let’s get you settled back upstairs.” Your husband said, a hand gesturing up to your bedroom, but not for anything fun.

“I think I’ll sit outside for a bit.” You countered. “That way I can still relax like you want me to, but I still spend time with the kids as they run around out there.”

Although James couldn’t theoretically object to that, he knew if he gave you a little bit of leeway by accepting this proposal, you’d go even further with it and that did nothing but stress James out.

You two just stared at each other in a silent standoff, seeing who would budge first. You crossed your arms, and with that, James knew you weren’t wavering any time soon. Your husband sighed, then agreed that you could lounge around outside on the condition that you stayed on the porch swing for a majority of the time.

Satisfied with that, you took your son’s hand and waddled out to the porch, James following while carrying Ivy out so she could sit with you as well.

Your husband tucked Ivy and Harry against your sides, then went back to work out in the field while Jack went over to the barn.

“Mummy, I want to work out there!” Harry exclaimed after a couple minutes of calm cloud gazing.

“You don’t want to stay here and keep me company?”

Harry looked slightly conflicted, and you were sure much of the concern that your young son had for you had been placed there by James. It was sometimes nice to have your husband worried about you, but it felt bittersweet to have Harry do the same when he had much better things to occupy his innocent mind.

“I’m kidding, honey.” You unwrapped your arm from around his side and helped him off the swing. “Go ask your dad if he has anything you can do. He’ll put you to work in no time.”

That was apparently all the boy needed to hear, since he ran off towards his father as soon as the words left your mouth.

You turned to the little girl on your other side and took her little hand in yours since you couldn’t let her sit on your lap in your condition.

“Well, it’s just you and me, princess.”

She looked at you and pouted softly. You could already tell she was a busybody like the rest of the family, and that she would much rather be playing or walking around the farm than sitting on the porch.

“I know, Ivy. I’m bored too, but we’ll get through it. Look at the boys out there.”

You two sat on the porch swing, rocking slightly, for what felt like hours—it was really more like thirty minutes. Ivy’s been babbling for a while, and that’s been the only thing keeping you sane.

Then you noticed Jack walking over towards the house, holding something in a closed fist.

“Hi, Miss Potter.” The twenty year-old began.

“Hi, Jack.” You smiled. “What have you got there?”

“I was cleaning out the hayloft, and I found this old bracelet up there.”

He held out his hand, showing off a dainty piece of jewelry. It was definitely weathered, but it wasn’t necessarily dirty, and you could still see it was silver with a few pearls decorating it.

“Oh, that’s lovely.” You commented. “Isn’t that pretty, honey?”

Your daughter repeated the word ‘pretty’ in the adorable way she does when copying you. Then you brought your attention back to the farmhand.

“I’m not sure how it got there, I’ve never seen it before. Maybe a bird brought it in. I’ll ask James if he recognises it too.”

“Do you want me to bring it over to him?”

“No, that’s alright.” You replied. “If you could bring it inside and put it in a bowl by the sink, though, that would be great. And feel free to get yourself a drink from the kitchen, too.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shot you a smile as he headed inside the house, politely wiping his boots on the mat before entering and walking around.

You turned towards your daughter, curling her soft hair around your finger as she snuggled up against your hip.

“See that? We’ve got treasure on this farm, baby. We’ve got pearls growing out of the ground.”

Her smile mirrored yours and you thought her expression was so damn adorable even though you knew she didn’t understand at all what you were talking about.

Jack walked out of the house, the quiet creak of the front door interrupting you giggling over your daughter babbling about the farm and wherever else her mind was going.

“All done, Miss Potter.” He reported.

“Thank you, Jack.”

“Thank you!” Ivy spoke up, happily repeating after you.

You fawned over your own daughter, cheering her on for speaking, and while using such sweet manners at that. Jack joined in as well, telling the baby she did such a good job.

Unbeknownst to you, your husband was watching from across the property, a judging expression on his face as he observed you and the young new farmhand being so friendly.

Of course James trusted you. Of course James was glad you were feeling happy after all you’ve been through with this tiring pregnancy. And of course James knew he was better company than some farmhand who was barely older than a high-schooler.

But he knows that you’re smiling at Jack and looking more giddy than you have with James for the past few weeks. He was young, charming, and quite fit. How could James not feel at least a little bit jealous and insecure?

And though James hated seeing it, he was absolutely not going to make a scene. But he was going to do something about it.

“Hey, Haz?” He called to the boy picking—and snacking on—cherry tomatoes.

Harry shot up, a smile on his face and a small tomato in his cheek.

“Can you come here for a second, mate? Bring the basket, please.”

Your son walked over to his dad, carrying over his haul.

“You’re doing so well picking the tomatoes, but I’m worried we’ll have nothing left over if I keep you on the job.” James joked, and the young boy smiled, knowing exactly what his dad meant. “New task for you, go entertain your mum, alright? Keep her company? She can’t do much to play with you, but I’m sure she’d love to hear a story. Think you can do that?”

Harry nodded and darted off to where you and Ivy were sitting on the porch, both enjoying Jack’s animal impressions that he had been putting on to impress the little girl at your side.

He climbed up onto the swing with you again, and you welcomed him with open arms. Well, one open arm, since you were holding Ivy close to you with the other.

“Oh, look whose boredom has been cured!” You teased, allowing him to sit right next to you.

“Daddy said I gotta keep you company.” He informed you happily.

“Did he, now? Well, that’s perfect ‘cause I was just starting to miss you.”

Jack took this reunion as his cue to leave, going back to his work in the barn with barely any acknowledgement as he left.

James, watching from across the property, didn’t even bother hiding his proud grin when he saw everything unfolding just as he had planned. He too went back to his work, only thinking about finishing for the day so he could go back inside with you and the kids—and no dumb farmhand.

Once James had done everything that he needed to do, he headed back over to the house, the whole family wearing matching smiles as he walked towards you.

“Hi, handsome.” You greeted him. “All done?”

“All done.” He replied. He then bent down to kiss you softly. “How are you feeling, lovie?”

“I’m great. Your little helper was doing such a good job keeping me and Ivy company.”

James proudly patted the top of Harry’s head. “That’s my boy.”

Harry grinned bashfully, happy for the validation that he had done well with the tasks he was given today.

“I’ll wash up and then I can make dinner, okay?”

“James—”

He cut you off, knowing exactly what your protest was before you could even start. “I’ll make dinner. Only reason I wouldn’t is if none of you were hungry.”

Shooting him a defeated glare, you stood up from the porch swing and took the kids inside with you, James trailing right behind you all.

“So what are you all hungry for?”

“Cheese sandwiches!” Harry said enthusiastically.

Of course he did.

Since you’ve been pregnant and taking more breaks lately—though you would never tell James you’ve been feeling slightly more tired since you’ve seen how serious he gets about your health—you’ve been making easier meals for the family. And Harry hasn’t been able to get enough of the extremely simple sandwiches you’ve been serving up.

James chuckled. “C’mon, it’s your mother that you need to go easy on, not me. What else do you want?”

But your little boy stuck with his choice, just as you knew he would.

“Sandwiches! The way Mummy makes them!”

James feigned shock and offense, jaw dropped and a hand to his heart.

“The way Mummy makes them? Is the way Daddy makes them not good enough?!”

“Mummy makes them the best!” Harry giggled, pointing at you.

You blew a kiss to your son as you sat your daughter in her high chair.

“Thank you, baby. You’re too nice to me.”

Harry lifted his little hand and mimed catching the kiss and pressing it to his cheek, mimicking what James does every time you blow him a kiss. It was so damn adorable, you blew another kiss just to watch him do it again, and it was just as cute the second time.

But all good things come to an end, and your attention was taken away from the boy by the sound of your front door opening and the sight of your new farmhand walking in.

“Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve done all the work for the day, so I’ll be heading home.”

Good riddance, James thought. But you weren’t that mean.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” You asked, walking over to the farmhand.

Before Jack could answer, James spoke up for him, eager to get the younger man out of your house.

“I’m sure he’s tired and just wants to get home, love.”

You turned to Jack and rested a reassuring hand on his bicep. You were worried about him not eating after a full day of working, but obviously James didn’t see it like that. James only noticed your hand on the young man’s arm, and he saw red. But of course, he couldn’t show it to you. James stood there, silently fuming and hoping that Jack would leave as soon as possible.

“Really, it’s nothing big.” You continued asking your farmhand if he wanted to stay a little longer. “James is making sandwiches, so it shouldn’t take long.”

James stepped in again, even though he tried not to. “Well it’ll take longer if we stand around talking about it.”

Sensing the start of some tension that he would rather avoid, Jack decided staying for dinner may not be the best idea.

“He’s right, Miss Potter. I should be getting going. Have a good night.”

You and the kids waved him goodbye as Jack headed out. James however, did not. But you chose to ignore that for the time being, telling yourself your husband was just eager to end his work day and spend time with his family.

From practically the second the door closed behind the farmhand, James seemed alright. James made dinner, played with the kids, and even took the lead with putting them to bed afterwards.

You were almost willing to look past it and just go to sleep, until James started acting oddly again, just as you were getting ready for bed.

The both of you were running through your normal bedtime routine—which was getting earlier and earlier now that James insisted you needed all the sleep you could get—and you had crawled into bed, getting comfortable.

You expected James to join you soon enough, so you picked up the book from your bedside table and waited as he finished up in the bathroom.

The door opened, and out walked your husband in his sleep pants and a tank top.

“Well, hello there, handsome.” You called, holding out a hand to invite him into bed with you.

“Hi, gorgeous.” James replied with a grin.

You thought he was coming to get into his side of the bed, but he stops at the foot of the bed and sits down on the floor instead.

Although it was more of a struggle than normal, you tried sitting up so you could get a better look at your husband, who was now beginning to lightly stretch on your carpet.

“Jamie, what are you doing down there?”

“Just getting a quick workout in, love.” He said that like it was totally normal, but you thought otherwise. You knew your husband far too well to believe him about this.

“The workout you did all day outside wasn’t enough for you?” You tried approaching it gently, teasing him a bit, because you wanted to keep the mood light.

“No, I just figured I should try to get a bit more in shape.”

“You’re in shape.” You told him with a hundred percent honesty.

He basically shrugged off your response, which only concerned you more. James has always been fit, and even though he doesn’t work out the same way he used to before having kids, he still spent his days doing manual labour, which kept him in great shape.

“Jamie, could you get up, please?”

He stood up immediately, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. He sat down on the side of the bed, not breaking eye contact with you for a single second.

“Is everything okay?” He asks softly.

“That’s what I should be asking you, Jamie. What’s been going on with you lately?”

“What do you mean?”

The question was nonsense, and you both knew it. James had been acting differently than normal lately, and it was impossible to not notice. He was buying time for some reason, and you just wanted to figure out why.

“You know what I mean.” You told him with a defeated slump of your shoulders. “We’re too close for a lie like that to work on me. You’ve been watching me like a hawk, you’ve been irritable, and you seem like you’re trying to prove yourself for some reason. Talk to me, Jamie, please.”

James sighed, knowing there was no way he could, or reason he should, lie his way out of this. Being honest with his wife was far more valuable than his ego. And we’re talking about James Potter here, so that means a lot.

He shifted his form around so that he was face to face with you

“I’m worried I’m not good enough for you anymore, lovie.”

Your heart sank. James has been a little overbearing lately—for obvious reasons—and you’ve been letting him know how you felt, but you didn’t know he had been taking your criticism personally.

“James, I didn’t—”

“No, I know. It’s not your fault at all.” He interrupted you gently, taking your hands in his.

That was so like James. It was exactly what you loved about him—one of many reasons. Even when he was opening up about something that’s been on his mind, he was still trying to comfort you.

“I feel like we’re not as close right now as we usually are.” James continued. “And that’s no one’s fault, it’s just that the house is full of stress with the new baby coming soon, and we’re all adapting every day.”

You took a breath, knowing he was absolutely right. It’s no secret that the family has been full of all kinds of emotions as of late, but you and James haven’t really acknowledged the shifting of your relationship.

“I just can’t help but hurt a little when I see you with the farmhand and you’re gushing over him while he flexes his muscles and showers you with compliments. It reminds me of when we were younger, and I wonder if you would trade our life now for what it was like back then.”

You raised his hands, which were cradling yours, up to your lips and pressed a kiss to each hand.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t know how you felt.” You said softly. “It was nice back then, but it’s also pretty nice now, and I wouldn’t trade our life together for anything in the world.”

Your words seemed to have cheered your husband up a bit, as you saw a smile hit the corners of his lips.

“I promise I only have eyes for you, and you don’t need to do anything other than being your wonderful self to ensure that. I love you, even if I haven’t been showing it much lately. I’m sorry that I made you doubt our relationship, even in the slightest.”

You scanned his face, trying to read his emotions. Usually you were great at this, but tonight there was something a bit off, and you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking.

Reassuring you that you two were okay, James nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too.” He promised, his hands falling to your hips. “I’m glad you still find me attractive.”

“You’re so attractive.” You leaned over—albeit slightly effortfully—and kissed his cheek as you spoke. “James Potter, you’re the sexiest person in the world.”

“No, definitely not.” He shook his head and bit the inside of his cheek.

This humility was unusual for James. Ever since you met, he’s been cocky and proud. He’s incredible in every way, and he knew it.

As he looked up at you and opened his mouth to speak again, you realised the sudden humble attitude was all an act.

“I’m probably second place. You’re definitely sexier.”

You bit back the grin that threatened you, but there was nothing you could do about the blush that flooded your cheeks. You shook your head and gestured to your body that was cloaked in a soft set of pink maternity pyjamas.

“Not like this, I’m not.”

James shook his head again and cupped your face in his hands so he could press a trail of kisses along your jaw. “I think you’re especially sexy like this. And if you weren’t ordered against any strenuous tasks, I’d prove it to you right now.”

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narrycherries · 4 months ago

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ivy: how’s one to know..

Harry is just an ass and she’s just a stranger.

masterlist // ivy series

word count: 8.6k

warnings/tags: enemies to lovers, harry x fem oc, angst

[before you start: i edited this bc i ended up giving her name back to her, it’s no longer (y/n) but of course feel free to read it however you want and change the descriptors to whatever you prefer!]

The holiday season had wrapped up a handful of days ago and things were slowly starting to go back to normal. The sparkling strings of lights decorating neighborhoods and businesses all around the city were being taken down and shoved back in their storage boxes until the last month of the year circled around again. The weather was staying consistent, though. The gloomy overcast skies and chilly wind that whipped through the streets were enough to keep people bundled up and wishing for spring to arrive.

Most people she knew enjoyed the holidays a lot more than she did. Sure, she loved to see the colorful lights lining roofs and windows of boutiques and restaurants along the main strip. There was something so juvenile, so innocent about the giddy feeling that would fill her stomach as she saw a pile of fake presents and a decorated tree in a shop window. Somewhere deep down inside of her heart, she still had that spark that a child would have.

When she was growing up, she sought happiness during the holidays by admiring other people’s outdoor decorations or gazing in awe at the displays put up in her schools. She didn’t have what most people had that she went to school with, but she tried to be grateful, even as a young chlid, and appreciate what surrounded her.

A strong sadness was building in her chest as she slid the ceramic Santa Claus into his box to pack him away with the other Christmas decorations. She thought about the many years she questioned if Santa was real. There were so many nights when she’d squeeze her eyes shut and whisper out loud, her knees on the floor as she put her elbows into the mattress. There was so much hope in her. She believed that if she wished and prayed and dreamed enough, Santa would leave a present or two on the coffee table next to her dad’s stained coffee mug. There wasn’t a tree most of the years of her childhood, but her dad give gift her things (there was no magical Santa though). There were no twinkling lights outside of her window, hanging down from the roof with a clumsy droop. There were no ornaments to place on the branches of a fake tree, lined with a dusty skirt that would be covered with presents. There were no fresh baked cookies and steaming hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. The television never displayed joyful Christmas movies and specials. The radio on the kitchen counter never once sang a tune of a wintery song about snow and ice. No, none of that. It was just her dad, her brother, and herself for a while.

“Did you keep the box for this guy?” Emma’s curious voice snapped her from her trance.

She cleared her throat and looked up from her spot on the living room rug. Her ‘new’ roommate was holding a ceramic snowman who’s decorated style matched the Santa she just put away. She reached into the plastic storage container and grabbed the box, passing it up to Emma.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks, Ivy.” She smiled back, noticing that there was a glimmer of disappoint on her face, but she didn’t mention it to her. “You didn’t have to put everything away so fast. I would’ve been fine with it for a few more weeks.”

Emma had just moved in before Christmas. Her things were half way unpacked throughout the small house they now shared.

“I didn’t want it to crowd you. Besides, Christmas is over.” Ivy’s tone was partially rough as she began to pack away the miniature houses placed across the console table that the television hung above.

“I’m so excited to actually be here, like, full time. Niall’s a bit upset.. but I told him he’d survive.” She said with a laugh as she started to collect the small figurines that went with the village.

“I’m excited, too. I’m glad you’re actually up for decorating the space and not just.. letting me do it all. My last roommate was not particularly outgoing.” Ivy snickered at the thought, knowing she wouldn’t be missing that person at all. The girl was nice and all, but she was quite boring.

“Oh, totally! I’ve already got some stuff I want to show you in my room. Maybe we could put it out here or something.”

“I’m fine with anything as long as it’s cute.” She shot her friend a grin.

Emma wasn’t a new friend by any means. They met early on while they were both at university. Emma was actually her first partner for a project in one of their biology classes. They met on the third day of class and became friends very quickly. Their chemistry went far beyond the confines of the science lab. Emma was joyful and adventurous and offered Ivy that motivating spark to actually go out and have fun. Not that Ivy couldn’t match Emma’s energy once her veins were filled with alcohol, she just didn’t go out as much.

“Speaking of Niall, I haven’t seen him a while. How’s he doing?”

A proud smile crept to Emma’s lips. “He’s been good. But he’s been super busy with the store.. almost never get to spend time during the actual day with him.”

“But it’s going well, the store, I mean? Like he’s having success?”

Emma nodded. “It’s been great. I told him it would do good around here, especially with the college students. And besides, people are always looking for music lessons. I’m glad he took my advice and decided to offer those through the business.”

Niall was an excellent musician, or so Ivy has been told. She hadn’t actually seen him play anything in person, only through recordings and videos Emma had shown her. She knew Niall was talented, though. He played the guitar and the bass, both of which seemed entirely too complicated in Ivy’s mind. When they started dating last year, Niall was in the midst of finalizing a business plan and opening his music store. Emma told her all about it, including her fears and anxiety about the situation - but only because she was afraid Niall would get so caught up in the store that he would abandon their relationship. Niall ended up not doing that, obviously, and was able to balance everything in his life. He and Emma would be celebrating their one year anniversary on Valentine’s Day - which Ivy thought was particularly sweet and romantic.

“I’m glad everything’s working out.”

The store opened back in the summer, and Ivy had only gone by once to see the place. It was in a part of town she didn’t frequent very often, so the opportunity to casually stroll in was rare. It wasn’t like it was Emma’s store. While she did know Niall well enough to refer to him as a friend, she wasn’t close with him. She was supportive, of course, but not overly involved.

“He’s coming by later to help me put together the dresser. Well.. he’s going to do it for me, not help me.” She snickered as she joined Ivy on the floor to start gently laying the mini figurines in a small cardboard box they knew as home.

“I can make dinner if you’d like. Niall likes that pasta I make, right?”

“Yeah! He actually asked me about that a few weeks ago. He said I have to get your recipe.” She grinned back, rolling her eyes at the thought of her boyfriend’s obsession with food.

“He’s only had it like twice.. but it’s flattering to know I’m such a good chef.” Ivy laughed under her breath. “I’ll give you the recipe.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent on putting away the last of the decorations and moving them into the hallway closet. The box fit perfectly in the bottom of the closet. Emma disappeared into her room to continue unboxing her belongings. Ivy was mostly occupied with dusting the wood furniture and wiping down the kitchen. She liked a neat, tidy home and she was very glad to know that Emma did as well. She checked the cabinets to make sure she had the ingredients required for the pasta she’ll be making later on.

Every now and then, she’d hear a crash of something hitting the floor come from the hallway, presumably from Emma’s room. She would just giggle to herself as Emma’s dramatic cries of curses and sighs would fill the small home. Despite being friends for a handful of years, they had never lived in the same space before. Even while at university when it was mandatory for them to live on campus, they lived in different dorm buildings. Emma was in a sorority and definitely more comfortable with herself than Ivy was. She kept to her small dorm with her roommate, whom she didn’t have anything in common with but she was kind to her. If she were being honest, she thought Emma would try to move in with Niall once her old lease had expired. But, Niall was comfortable where he was in his apartment and he already had a roommate. As much as Emma wanted to live with him, it was just too soon anyway. They tossed around the idea, but Ivy mentioned to her that perhaps she needed to wait, just in case. Niall wasn’t upset with Emma’s decision to move elsewhere, as long as she was in the city close to him. Ivy was also informed that Niall’s roommate wasn’t too keen on letting someone else share their space. She had never met him before, didn’t even know his name, but she couldn’t blame them. She wouldn’t want her house to be permanently crowded either. Niall let Emma stay over there a lot, though, but spending the night for the weekend or on a random weekday when it was too late to drive back home was different than staying full time. And of course, Niall was allowed over whenever he wanted and she made that clear to Emma before she signed the lease. As long as he respected their home and didn’t leave a mess behind, he was welcomed.

A gentle sigh slipped past her thick lips as she trailed back to the living room. The open concept of the front of the home meant the living room was attached to the kitchen with no barrier other than the island. She sat down on the end of the couch, the damp kitchen towel she used to wipe down the furniture sat on the side table. She picked it up, along with the framed photo that was next to the pretty gold lamp. The gold of the frame didn’t quite match the lamp, but it was still beautiful to her. The ornate metal that decorated the frame was cold as she carefully rubbed the pads of her fingers over it. She stared at the photograph locked behind the glass, the speed of her heart beating increased only slightly.

The image was of her and her mother when she was around three years old. It was Halloween, she was dressed in a pink dress that was modeled after Princess Aurora, and her hair was curled and a little makeup playfully swept over her features. Her mother was dressed in a Cinderella themed costume, her matching golden blonde hair curled, too, and pinned up. It wasn’t the last holiday they spent together, but it was one of the only ones Ivy remembered. She doubted herself at times about the memory - she was only three and a half, did she actually remember it or was she imagining it? Despite always doubting herself, she knew too well that the memory was burned into her brain. She can remember the smell of the burning iron as her mom curled her hair. She remembers getting tickled by the fluffy makeup brush as a bit was applied to her face just to add to the illusion. She remembers the taste of the mini chocolate bar her mom unwrapped for her in the car in between neighborhoods - the night was full of trick or treating and giggles and squeals. She even remembered the way her mom’s hand carefully adjusted her curls when they got caught in the zip of Ivy’s costume. It was a memory she held dear to her heart, one she prayed she’d never lose. Ivy had always tried her hardest to find things to fill in the void of not having her mother around. But no matter how determined she was, nothing ever seemed to be enough. She found joy in little things, like collecting whatnots and trinkets that reminded her of the ones that littered her house when her mom was alive. She enjoyed searching for squirrels and birds in the park, collecting odd looking rocks during her walks, listening to her favorite songs on repeat, and a plethora of other things. But nothing could really fill the space in her heart.. It was quite a big space, after all.

That evening, after the sun nestled below the horizon and stars littered the dark winter sky, Emma invited Niall over for dinner. It was third day of actually staying here, since she opted to spend two weeks with Niall for Christmas between her parent’s place and his. Ivy was working on preparing the ingridents for the pasta when Niall knocked and was let in with a grinning Emma planting a kiss to his mouth. He laughed and brushed her off, not a big fan of showing affection in front of other people, even though he knew Ivy wasn’t watching.

“Hey, long time no see!” Niall said with a smile as he followed Emma into the kitchen.

Ivy’s eyes glanced over her shoulder. “Hi, Niall. It’s been a while, yeah?”

“I think you guys haven’t seen each other since the day we moved my crap in.” Emma said with a slight unsure tone.

“Your crap that still isn’t unpacked.” Niall sighed as he leaned against the counter, his arms crossing on his chest.

Ivy chuckled to herself as Emma began to give him excuses for why her things weren’t put away and in their new spots yet. The list included things like being busy with work, having errands to run, and of course ‘spending all my time with you’ that made Niall smack his lips and give her a sarcastic ‘okay, sure’.

They kept up their banter for a bit while (Y/n) rinsed her hands at the sink. She had finished everything she needed to do before actually cooking the food. When she turned towards them, Niall was peering his eyes into the pot of boiling water, frowning as he saw it was empty.

“She’s making the pasta you said you like.” Emma said as she grabbed his forearm to tug him away from the oven.

“Oh, really? That stuff was so good.” Niall’s eyes shot to Ivy’s. “I want a whole pot of it for my birthday, please and thanks.”

She shook her head in disbelief as a laugh rolled out of her mouth. “Isn’t your birthday in September?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, just don’t want ya to forget.”

“C’mon, let's start with the dresser, Niall. Let Ivy cook.” Emma said after checking the time on her phone. “We’ll clean up the kitchen after dinner, okay? Don’t worry about it!”

“Alright, that’s fine. I’ll let you know when it's done.”

And just like that, she was alone in the kitchen again. It didn’t bother her to be alone, she had been for most of her life, especially her late teenage and adult years. Finding something to occupy her bored mind was not a new task for her to learn. She opted for sitting at the small dining table after setting the timer on the oven in case she forgot to check the time.

Ivy pulled her phone from the pocket of her sweatpants and started to maneuver through the notifications that had come through since she last checked. One was a message from a random company that was offering a sale this coming weekend, there were two texts from Niall - the first asking if he needed to bring anything, the second saying Emma told him not to and to just ignore the text - the rest were random notifications from different apps.

Her attention went to her photo app as she scrolled to a few days ago, just a day or so after the New Year began. She went for a walk in the park close by one day during lunch when she had nothing else to do. She snapped a few photos of little random things, like a wild flower that had somehow managed to survive the low temperature, a bird that was perched on top of the black metal fence that lined the park, and a snapshot of the sky with the clouds parting in such a way that made it look like heaven. After having lost so much in life, she learned and forced herself to appreciate the little things that were around. Details of daily life, like the fall of a leaf to the ground or the chirp of a bird in a tree, were almost therapeutic for her.

Dinner didn’t take too long to cook, but the dresser was seeming to take much longer than Emma had expected it to. When Ivy knocked on the bedroom door and stuck her head in, she grinned as she saw Niall sitting on the floor with his head thrown back and Emma pacing the room with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. Her once neatly fixed dark hair was messily tied in a bun on the back of her head. The instruction booklet for the dresser was laid out in between Niall’s legs, along with a torn bag of hardwear.

“Food’s ready.” She said with a singsong voice that made Niall pop his head up.

“Finally.” He quickly rose to his feet and grabbed Emma’s wrist, tugging her behind him as they followed Ivy down the hall and towards the kitchen.

“Eat as much as you want, I made plenty.” She said as she let them make a bowl first.

“Don’t have to tell him twice.” Emma’s mouth shaped to a smile as Niall practically pushed her aside to be first.

“Guests eat first, right?” He joked as he gave them both a quick glance, a smirk on his face as he grabbed the serving utensil.

Once the three of them had fixed what they wanted and claimed a spot at the table, Ivy offered to grab everyone something to drink. Emma and herself chose a glass of ice water while Niall requested a Coke. Emma had just brought home a box this morning after her quick run to the grocery store. The food appeared to be a big hit as Niall scarfed it down, spitting out compliments and satisfied hums that made the girls giggle and roll their eyes jokingly at him.

“Em told me the store is doing great.”

Niall nodded as he sipped his drink. “Yeah, it’s been good, actually. I’m glad.”

“I’m glad you do the lessons. I told her that people are coming in pretty much all day long.” Emma said.

“Yeah, if it’s not someone who’s into music already or just curiously out shopping.. The sign about the lessons really brings people in. And even if they don’t go through with it, they end up looking around and finding something.” Niall told them with a pleased smile, he was relieved his business was staying crowded and people actually enjoyed coming to the store.

“Did you end up finding someone to teach the guitar lessons? I know Emma said something about you were looking for someone else, since you got so busy with your bookings.”

“Yeah, my roommate actually. He’s decent at guitar and he’s just working with the beginners. I’m sticking to the people who sorta know how to play around that just wanna get better.”

Ivy nodded as she took another bite. “That’s good.”

The cooking had made the kitchen a bit warmer than it was before, so she pushed her sleeves up to her elbows. The exposure of the small tattoo on the inside of Ivy’s elbow caught Emma’s eye.

“Oh!” She chirped suddenly, making Niall flinch. “I forgot to tell you, Ivy, I’m getting a tattoo in a few weeks. Already got my appointment.”

“Oh, really? Where at this time?” Ivy asked with genuine curiosity.

“On my foot. Just a cute little flower. Niall says it's going to hurt.”

Ivy squinted her eyes and pursed her lips. “You don’t have any, do you?”

Niall chuckled. “No, but I’ve been told the foot is terrible.”

“I’m not a baby, Niall. It’s not my first one. Besides, Zayn said it would be fine since I’m used to the feeling.”

“Zayn is lying to you to spare your feelings and get your money. He is my friend, I think I'd know when he lies.” Niall was only teasing her, but it brought a flush to Emma’s cheeks.

“Shut up.” She mumbled through a pout.

Ivy was amused by their interaction, but she chose to move on with the conversation so Emma wouldn’t get too sensitive. She wasn’t over emotional or anything, but sometimes she would get embarrassed if Niall playfully taunted her in front of other people.

“Zayn.. is that the guy I met that time at the bar?” Ivy couldn’t remember the person’s name, but she was sort of sure that it was the same person they’re referring to.

Niall nodded to her. “Yeah. The one with all the tattoos.. I would say the one with the black hair but right now it’s platinum blonde.” The lift of Niall’s brows made her think that maybe he didn’t approve of the look, but he had no choice but to accept it.

“I thought that was the same guy. I’m pretty sure he told me he owned a shop.”

“He’s the best around.” Emma said with a laugh. “Plus.. he gives me a discount.”

“You’re welcome for that.” Niall puckered his lips and leaned her direction, demanding a kiss that he knew he wouldn’t get.

“Hush.” She pushed her fingers to his mouth and gently shoved his head back.

He laughed at her reaction. “Just saying, Em. He’s my friend.. like I said before.”

Emma ignored him and turned her eyes to Ivy. “Anyway, Niall can’t come with me.. so I was going to see if you wanted to go.”

“I can see if I can.. just let me know the date and time.”

“Alright. I will. Niall, don’t be a pig.” She groaned as she saw he had slipped from the table and was at the stove, piling his bowl full again.

“Let him eat it. That way we won’t have to worry about leftovers.”

Emma shook her head. “He’d eat the actual house if you’d let him.”

—•—

Ivy was puckering her lips in the mirror of the car visor as she applied her lip balm. It was chilly outside and the weather wasn’t being kind to her skin at all. She huffed as she saw the patch of dry skin right in the middle of her forehead. She had just applied her moisturizer before they loaded in the car to drive to the tattoo shop. Emma was driving, and every now and then she’d glance Ivy’s way and notice she was still staring in the mirror.

“What’s the matter?” She finally asked as Ivy slid the cover over the mirror and flipped the visor up, her back hitting the seat as she felt defeated.

“My skin is horrible right now.” She rolled her eyes to herself, upset that it was bothering her this much. It was just a bit of dry skin and chapped lips, she shouldn’t be so affected by it.. but she was. “Even my lips are dying.”

Emma smiled. “I’m sure lots of people are struggling right now. I’ve got a dry spot on my cheek. It’s been there for a few days. Just the weather.”

“But it's annoying. Y’know my hormones are whacky sometimes.. feel like as soon as I get it under control, I break out or have something like this happen.”

“When we get home, we can look up some different products. Maybe we can find something better for seasonal dryness. My cream isn’t working either.”

Ivy shrugged and took out her phone to mindlessly look through one of her social media apps. “Yeah, we can do that.”

Even though the shop wasn’t too far from where they lived, Emma didn’t want to walk in the cold and she didn’t want to have to cover the tattoo with thick, tight shoes afterwards. So, Ivy agreed to drive back after they left, and after they grabbed some food. The shop was right around the corner, and it caught Ivy’s attention as they turned onto the street. It was just off the main road of the downtown area. The street was lined with different restaurants, stores, thrifting spots, boutiques, and a few law firm offices and an emergency clinic that stayed open during the weekend. She was familiar with the area, and had actually looked towards the tattoo shop’s sign plenty of times. They pulled into a spot and Emma took in a deep breath before pulling the keys out.

“Are you nervous?” Ivy said with an amused grin plastered over her lips as she opened the car door.

“What if Niall’s right? What if it hurts real bad?”

“You’ll be fine. You got one on your ribs and your spine. You can take it.”

Emma was still nervous as she followed Ivy to the door. She grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, allowing Emma to slip into the building first. It was warm in the small lobby of the tattoo shop. She was unfamiliar with the specific shop, but not the reality of one. It looked like the others she had been to and the place she got her tattoos done at. The walls were dark grey and decorated with interesting pieces of artwork and posters. There were rock band posters, most of which she recognized, on the wall behind the dark wood desk that acted as a check in counter. Nobody was at the counter, though. There was a small sleek, black leather couch pressed against the side wall, above it hung a large canvas with what appeared to be an original artwork painted on to it. She saw the signature in the lower left corner and smiled as she read over the name she had heard Niall use a few weeks ago during dinner. So this Zayn character was more than just a tattoo artist? She was intrigued by the brush work on the canvas, the beauty of the image was breathtaking. The muted colors stood out oddly bold against the stark white and midnight black areas. It was nothing like she had ever seen before. Although she didn’t partake in any form of art herself, she was an admirer. She enjoyed frequenting art galleries and museums and contributing to artists as much as she could. She once got a commissioned painting of a bouquet of flowers from an older woman in the area who was a somewhat known artist. The piece lives on the wall near the hall closet.

“Zayn?” Emma called out suddenly as she grew impatient with standing in the middle of the lobby.

Ivy sighed to herself as Emma disappeared through a door. It lead to the main tattoo room, with three different stations placed in it. The back room was Zayn’s private room that his clients were able to be secluded in. Emma knocked on that closed door and waited patiently. A few moments later, Zayn opened the door with a smile, happy to see her.

“Hi, Em.” He said, his accent thick as it rang through the small building.

Ivy heard them chatting, so she decided to peek through the door, a nervous smile on her face. Zayn’s eyes caught hers as he towered over Emma. He offered a friendly wave and gestured for her to join them. She nervously stepped over the threshold and swallowed gently.

“Zayn, do you remember Ivy? You guys met a while back.” Emma said with a gesture of her hand as Ivy approached them.

Immediately, she recognized his features - from his dark eyes to his nearly fully inked arms. His tattooed sleeves wrapped over his shoulders, around his neck, crept over each wrist and wiggled around his fingers. He was covered, to say the least. She could only presume the rest of him looked like that. Colorful tattoos mixed with jet black ones littered his skin. And she noticed, of course, that his hair was blond now like Niall had mentioned.

“I think so, yeah. You’re the chick Niall said could outdrink me, right?” Zayn asked with a laugh.

“I don’t drink that much.. but yeah, that’s me.”

Emma gave her a nudge of her elbow. “She can out drink anyone when she actually lets loose.”

Her eyes rolled as a smile toyed on her lips, still slick from the lip balm. “Yeah yeah.”

“Let me get my chair cleaned off and you ladies can come back here.” Zayn said just as he grabbed the knob to his private room.

They heard something hit the floor and then a shuffle of shoes moving against the tile. Emma furrowed her brows and gave Zayn a curious look.

“Someone in there?”

“Yeah, I just finished a piece.”

He opened the door and went inside, shutting it behind him again. Ivy turned towards Emma and gave her a smile, unsure of what to do next. Emma grabbed her hand and nodded towards the open lobby door.

“We can wait in here.”

They returned to the lobby, where Ivy was easily distracted by the art on the walls again. There was a print of a skull near the door. It had flowers pouring over the crown of it, which then melted to puddles as they hit the imaginary ground. She thought it was interesting and quite cool. From what she could tell about Zayn’s vibe, it fit it well. The music playing from the speakers in the ceiling was loud enough to be heard but not too invasive. She could tell it was a curated playlist going, because the song that just begun seemed to be sung by the same person as the one before.

“Zayn just texted me.. he said we can come back.”

“I thought someone was-“ Ivy stopped speaking the second a body appeared in the doorway. “Oh.”

“Hey, Harry.” Emma said with a friendly tone as she stood up, motioning for Ivy to follow her.

“Hey, Emma.” The stranger replied with a quick lift of one corner of his mouth.

Ivy was slightly confused because it obviously appeared that the two knew each other. She had never heard Emma refer to anyone by the name of Harry, at least not that she could recall. She licked her lips and let her eyes fall down his tall, broad frame.

“What did you get?” Emma asked with her usual curious voice.

Ivy was listening, but she wasn’t paying that much attention. She couldn’t help but be taken aback by the appearance of the person in front of them. He was tall, much taller than Niall but probably close to Zayn’s height. He looked like a sky scraper standing in front of Emma and herself, both of which were shorter than average. His long, dark hair shaped into curls that were messily laying on his shoulders. He suddenly swept his hand through his roots the second she realized he had such long hair. The motion caused the lights above them to ricochet off the rings covering his fingers.

“This.” He said as he extended his right arm to them, well mainly to Emma.

There was a freshly inked snake curling around his forearm, each scale placed perfectly on his tanned skin. There were remenents of blood speckled across his skin, and a deep redness that hazed over the entire tattoo.

“Wow! That’s so good.” Emma beamed at the delicate work.

“Yeah, took two sessions. Zayn got a bit tired last time.” He smirked gently at the girl he knew, completely ignoring the one he didn’t.

“Well, it was cool seeing you! Are you headed home?”

He shook his head. “Gonna sit here for a while. I’ve got to be at the store in an hour to help Niall.”

She checked the time. “Yeah, he said he was the only one closing tonight.”

“Emma?” Zayn called from the back room, his head looking around the doorframe searching for her.

“Coming!” She hollered back, taking one last look at Harry’s freshly inked arm. “It was good seeing you. If you leave before I get out of here, I’ll see you later.”

Ivy didn’t even realize she was tracing her eyes over his body. His arms were like tree trunks, muscles taut under his skin and veins popping out, rolling around as he moved. His legs were tightly wrapped in a pair of dark jeans, she could tell through the fabric that they were toned as well. It wasn’t until he suddenly walked past her, not even sparing her a glance, that she realized she had been standing frozen.

Emma started towards the back room, Ivy in tow as she felt an embarrassed blush cover her cheeks. She didn’t know this Harry guy, but she hoped she wasn’t staring too hard at him. It definitely wasnt polite to just stare at a stranger, especially when she was blanking out. What if she was making a face at him? Something nasty, or something rude looking? She was unsure, but chose to ignore it. He didn’t seem bothered by anything as he took a spot on the couch.

Zayn’s office was just as she expected it to be. It was a deep shade of green, the walls coated in framed prints and a few smaller canvases of what she figured was his work. There was a small accent chair placed in the corner for guests. She sat down and started darting her eyes around the room. The type of work that Zayn had pinned to a board on the back wall caught her eye. He seemed to be good at everything, but most of it was bold color work or extremely detailed realism, sort of like the snake she saw on Harry’s arm moments ago. She wondered if Zayn had given himself any of his own tattoos or if he went to someone else. Surely, not every place on his body was accessible by his own hands, but maybe some of them were done by him. She felt like an amateur compared to him. She had a few tattoos placed on her body, but nothing quite as big or detailed as what she saw on the board or on Zayn’s skin.

“Ivy is your new house mate, right?” Zayn asked Emma as she got comfortable on the chair.

“Yeah. I moved in before Christmas.”

“But.. you’ve known each other for a while, right? I can’t exactly remember.”

Emma nodded. “Yeah, since we were in college together.”

“Zayn.. do you mind if I look through this?” Ivy asked politely as she picked up the small binder off the console table next to the chair. A few figurines of characters she recognized, an hour glass with black sand, and a plant lived on the table as well.

“Of course not, that’s why it’s there.” He gave her a chuckle, but kept his response nice.

She opened the book and started to slowly flick through the pages. She saw his signature on the bottom of the designs. They were all so perfect. Some were executed with such detail and precision that she could've sworn they were fake, others were more loose drawn in a free handed style or just more whimsical in nature. She saw a sketch of a few bees on one of the pages. They were in black and grey, mostly realistic with subtle, soft shading and delicate lines. The drawing was pretty and neat. She glanced to the corner, searching for his signature, but she didn’t find it. Instead, in the corner opposite of where Zayn favored to sign his name was a small H. She hummed to herself, curious to know why Zayn had someone else’s drawing in his book. She quickly shook the thought out and reminded herself that there three other stations in the front. They were not abandoned by any means, she could tell people worked at them based on the different things displayed and the personal trinkets and objects adnoring the areas. Maybe this was one of his college’s work or maybe it was random.

For the most part, the book was filled with things Zayn did. Some of them were his own creations while others were common tattoo designs just drawn by his own hand instead of being pulled from the internet. She liked the way he had a bunch of his own things offered in styles that were more popular. He appeared to be a well versed artist with the talent to create just about anything.

As Zayn prepped Emma’s skin for her tattoo, he was talking to her about Niall’s store. He asked how it was going and if she had heard any horror stories yet of Niall messing up payroll or forgetting to stock an item. She only laughed and said she was surprised he was staying so calm and organized. Everything about the store was going more than according to plan, as at least as much as Ivy could tell from what she’s heard. She was still so happy for Niall. His hobby had turned into a passion and a business and he was able to share it with others, it was like a dream come true she bet.

“Alright, are y’ready?” Zayn said with a deep breath of his own as Emma grew more and more nervous in the chair.

“I think so.”

“You’ll do fine, Em.” Ivy encouraged from the corner, her eyes now focused on her friend.

“Just take some deep breaths. Tell me if it’s too much.” Zayn told her as he pulled the stencil paper off her foot. The flower wasn’t that big, but there were lots of tiny details that Zayn knew would probably hurt her more than anything else she’s gotten. “Just a tattoo.”

“If I cry, you can’t tell Niall. I told him I could handle this.” Emma mumbled out with a frown as she stared at her foot.

Zayn smiled and leaned back, the gun still buzzing in his hand. “Before I start, is it in the spot you want?”

“What do you think? Is it good?” She asked him, twisting her foot to a different pose.

“It’s not my foot, love.”

She groaned and looked over towards Ivy. “Can you check?”

Ivy laughed a little but nodded as she stood up. Just as she was about to step towards them, Emma called for someone else to take a peek at the design.

“Harry? Are you still in there?” Her voice echoed through the room, she hoped that it spilled into the lobby so he could hear her. After a few seconds, she grunted and pulled her phone out to shoot him a text. “I’m so nervous.”

“It looks fine to me.. but it’s your decision.” Zayn told her with a gentle sigh.

Ivy looked down at the placement of the tattoo, her arms behind her back with her hands locked. “Yeah, it’s cute.”

She gave Emma a hopeful smile before turning around. The door opened just as she moved her body, the stranger that wasn’t a stranger to anyone but her, walked in the room, chuckling as he saw Emma fanning her face, the heat swelling her skin with sweat and her eyes with tears - she was nervous.

“You always do this.” Zayn couldn’t resist laughing as Harry walked to them.

Ivy was back in her seat now, her eyes fixed on her phone as she waited for Emma to decide her fate. She could hear snickers coming from Zayn and Harry as they talked about the tattoo and Emma’s apparent hesitation that always came out when she was in Zayn’s chair.

“It’s fine, Emma.” Harry said, giving her a smile before looking to Zayn. “Make sure it hurts.”

“Harry, shut up!” Emma groaned and tried to kick at him. He laughed and took a step back. “You guys are bullies.”

“You’ll be alright, Em. It’s not like it's your first.” Zayn reminded her.

She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “Whatever. Go ahead, then. Thanks, Harry.”

“Welcome.” He said lightly before disappearing out of the door again.

Ivy wondered why he didn’t stay in the room with them. Was he not interesting in hearing the painful grunts Emma would sure be letting out soon or watching Zayn draw his design perfected for Emma into her skin? Maybe he was tired of being near the tattoo gun since he spent however long getting his own. She pushed the thought aside entirely the moment she heard Emma groan, curses falling form her lips but not directly towards anyone.

Zayn leaned over her foot, his fingers pulling her skin tight as he worked the needle into it. It didn’t look like it was much fun, and Ivy became grateful that she had no intention of ever inking anything onto her foot.

—•—

There was a freshness in the air as she looked around Niall’s music store. It smelt like freshly picked lemons, probably because he had just sprayed down the counter before she came in following behind Emma. Niall was in one of his usual band tees and a pair of jeans as he sat on a stool with a guitar resting on his thigh. He was talking with a customer, comparing the similarities of two different guitar brands. Emma found herself busy with the items on the checkout counter - dropping loose pens back into their cup and adjusting the pile of papers Niall had pushed to the side.

Ivy stayed curious as she looked around the store. It was very easy to get caught up in the different items, especially since she had little to no idea what some of the accessories were for. Niall provided more than just items for guitars. She didn’t try to decipher every thing on the shelves, just simply moved her eyes across the packages, curiosity settling in her instead of blurting out questions to Niall. The girls came by to bring him some lunch before they did some grocery shopping for the week. Niall was appreciative, but he was unable to entertainment right away.

Emma smiled as the customer approached the counter, the one Niall had been chatting with. She stepped aside and let Niall take over the register. He had another employee here, but he was in the back room looking for a specific thing they needed to restock on one of the shelves. Ivy waited near by as Niall scanned the guitar music book the customer wanted to get and told him that he’d see him when he returned for the guitar - the customer hadn’t made his decision just yet.

When it was just the three of them at the counter, a few customers were lingering around the store just browsing, Niall gave them both a warm smile before wrapping his arms around Emma for a quick hug.

“Thanks for lunch. I’ll eat it when Josh gets off his break.” He said with a sigh, folding his arms and leaning them on the counter.

“The store is so nice, Niall.” Ivy complimented as she glanced around.

“Thanks.”

Emma walked from behind the counter to where Ivy was standing. She was about to ask her something about their plans for the day when her eyes fell on the few pieces of paper taped to the front edge of the counter. One was the refund policy, one was about the instrument lessons, and the other was new since the last time she was here.

“Oh, a flyer? That’s unusual.” Emma suddenly said as she pressed her finger against the pink dyed paper. “For the show?”

“The show?’’ Ivy asked with a drop of her brows as she read over the words printed in bold black letters.

“Yeah, Niall’s band. They play at a bar across town every couple of weeks.” Emma told her.

Ivy remembered as soon as she heard it. Emma had told her before, long ago when she first started dating Niall, that he was in a cover band. It wasn’t anything serious, not trying to search for record deals or gain stardom, it was just him and his friends having a good time. They got decent money for it, including tips from audiences, and it allowed them to play the instruments each member enjoyed. She wasn’t sure who was in the band as Emma never got to that detail before.

“Oh, right.” She nodded as the memory returned to her brain. “That’s cool.”

“Can’t believe Emma’s never brought you to a show.” Niall said with a somewhat surprised expression.

“I invited her a few times but she’s usually busy with work stuff.” Emma defended herself, even though there was no issue with it.

Ivy smiled at her and shrugged. “I remember you asking a couple times.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to attend if you’d like.” Niall offered as he pushed himself off the counter the moment the bell jingled above the entrance door.

He went to greet the customer, someone he actually was used to seeing come in the store, leaving the girls alone again.

“Yeah, it would be fun if you came! You could finally meet Alyssa. She’s usually just home with her and Zayn’s kid.. she doesn’t go out much anymore, but she loves the shows.” Emma exclaimed with a sparkle in her eye.

“I dunno.. when is it?” She asked, glancing at the flyer.

“Next Saturday night. It would be cool, Ivy! We haven’t went out since Halloween.”

The stress building up at work during the holidays definitely set her back from enjoying a lot of things, including several invitations from Emma to join her and Niall at a bar or go out for dinner with just the two of them. It truly felt like forever since she got to have fun with her friend. She thought about it for a moment, but only lifted her shoulder at the idea. The mention of meeting Zayn’s fiancé was intriguing since she had heard so much about her from Emma, but she doubted that would be enough to pull her out for the night.

“Maybe.. depends on how the week goes.”

Emma gave her a partial smile. “Okay. I really hope you can go with me.”

“Yeah, you should definitely come, Ivy.” Niall said as he appeared next to them, the customer gone to look for the item they asked him about.

Once again, she let out a small sigh and faked a smile for them. “I said I’ll see how the week goes, but no promises.”

He gave her a fake, dramatic frown. “C’mon! Live a little!”

“I live a lot.. at work.”

Emma grabbed her elbow and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll convince you before the week ends.”

“M’sure you will, Em.”

After spending a few more minutes talking to Niall, and then waiting in the car as he and Emma disappeared into his office to say a private goodbye, Ivy was ready to get the grocery shopping over with. The store they frequented was near by, so the drive was short and easy. It wasn’t close to their shared house, but the prices were better than anywhere else. Emma offered to take her car, so that left Ivy in the passenger seat with her eyes glued to whatever passed by the window.

“Are you okay, Ivy?” Emma asked as they strolled through the fruit section in search for the items on their list.

She gulped gently, distracting herself by collecting a few apples for the cart. “M’fine, just tired.”

Emma watched as she walked towards the basket of lemons and grabbed two, she’d need them for a receipe she was going to try later in the week. Ivy was normally not this quiet. She enjoyed the task of grabbing their groceries and checking things off their combined list while Emma pushed the cart and double checked everything. Something about doing such a mundane thing made her feel content and comfortable, even if they decided randomly to try a new store they’d never been in. But today was different, Emma was growing concerned with her unusually quiet friend.

“If you’re irritated with me and Niall pushing you about the show.. I’m sorry. You don’t have to go.” Emma said with a soft frown as Ivy returned to the cart with a handful of bananas.

She sat them down and lifted her hesitant gaze to meet her closest friend’s. “I’m fine, Emma. Just tired.”

She shook her head gently. “No, you’re too quiet. What’s wrong?”

“You and Niall didn’t bother me, I swear. The bar thing is.. whatever. I’ll think about it, I promise. It’s just.. one of those days.”

Emma wasn’t believing it all the way. Sure, maybe Ivy was being truthful about the role her and Niall played in her newfound mood, or didn’t play - but something else was up. She licked her lips and decided to stay quiet as Ivy busied herself with grabbing the rest of the fruits before moving onto the fresh vegetables.

Although she didn’t want to press it any further, Emma couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened at the music shop or on the way to the grocery store. Her worry was growing quickly and it wasn’t very long before she was asking another question.

“Ivy, please tell me. Are you alright?”

She received a sigh as a response, a couple of tomatoes and a bag of baby carrots joined the cart. “Emma, please.. I’m fine.”

“Something is wrong with you. I don’t want to see you so down.”

Ivy walked towards the next section of the store, knowing that Emma would follow her with the cart no matter if they were talking or not. She held her breath as she thought about what was bothering her. She was too caught up with her racing mind to realize she was actually expressing her emotions on the outside. Emma noticed everything, so clearly she wasn't doing well at hiding it. There was no real issue, really, nothing that anyone caused by saying or doing anything. A lump slid down her throat, Emma was her friend - there was no need to keep anything from her.

Just as they turned down the aisle where the bread was, she stopped in her tracks and turned towards the cart, her hand reaching out to stop it. Emma froze, a lift of her brows offering confidence like a good friend should.

“The guy that walked through the door right before we left.. at Niall’s store..” She started with a strong voice, but it slowly faded to almost a whisper.

Emma nodded, encouraging her to continue. She looked down to the floor as the moment replayed in her memory. It wasn’t an unusual thing for her to experience, in fact it was more common than not. One little thing, one random glance from a passerby, one glimpse of someone with a similar shade of hair as her own, one note from a list of songs she knew were special..

“He reminded me of my brother. I.. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Her response made Emma’s stomach turn to knots. She knew that the conversation was over then, and there wasn’t anything else she could try that would break Ivy. The forbidden topic had been brought up, and quickly dropped back to the vault she kept it locked away in. Emma didn’t mention it again..

[a/n: this is a series! It’s a lot longer per part than my other stuff so I hope you enjoy! This is just the intro so it will be more interesting and exciting as it goes on! reblog, like, do all that lovely stuff!!] ** I did change this from y/n to an actual character but feel free to read her name as whatever you’d like

taglist: (notified for all // if you want to join a taglist for this series, lmk in a comment or message and I’ll start one)

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whorediaries-09 · 1 year ago

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tempt;

"I left a calling card so they would know that it was me."

☆ EVENTS ☆

'tis the damn season (closed)

you can meet me at the hotel; (closed) [kinkotober masterlist]

put your life out on the line" (closed)

got the wine for you; (closed) [false god (masterlist)]

maybe it's a blessing in disguise; (closed)

music got you lost; (open) [masterlist]

✧ ONE-SHOTS ✧

Peppers Sirius Black X Reader. Fuck buddies to lovers. Modern AU!. 18+ content

Delicate Sirius Black X Reader. Friends to lovers. TW- Self harm, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

Night We Met Sirius Black X Reader Set During Order of The Phoenix. Mention of major character death(s).

New Year's Day Sirius Black X Reader Set during Order of The Phoenix. Fluff and low humor.

Cardigan; Sirius Black X Reader. Hurt/Comfort.

Sure Thing; Sirius Black X Shy!Reader Fluff.

Oh Children; Sirius Black X Reader Angst.

Million Dollar Man; Sirius Black x Camgirl!reader 18+ content, drinking.

Daylight Flowerist!Sirius Black X Barista!reader Fluff.

Consume; Dark!Sirius Black X Muggle!reader. 18+ content, cemeteries, dark themes.

Born to die Cult!leader Sirius Black X Reader. Mentions of murder, gore, dark themes.

Afterglow; Felix Catton x Reader Hurt/Comfort.

Dancing with our hands tied; Sirius Black X Reader. Hurt/Comfort, injuries, blood. (potential part two)

Maneater; Neighbor!James Potter X Reader 18+ content, stalker behavior, darkish themes.

She just hit my heart; James Potter X Reader Fluff.

Don't blame me; Priest!Remus Lupin X Reader Alludes to sex, dark themes.

Pick your poison, babe; Sirius Black X Reader Suggestive Content, fluff.

Try me; Ravi Singh X Reader Cigarettes, hurt/comfort.

ψ SERIES ψ

The Seven Lives; Please read chapter warnings on top of each chapter. Status- On going (PAUSED)

No Time To Die (Status - Completed)

The hurricane with my name on it. Please read chapter warnings on top of each chapter.

Love to think you'll never forget. Please read chapter warnings on top of each chapter.

⨴MOODBOARDS⨵

Poison Ivy From my fall event (close)

Heartbeat; From 'the seven lives' series.

§ ASKED AND ANSWERED §

Call It What You Want Sirius Black X Reader. Post Azkaban Sirius. Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Touch sensitivity.

Indentation in the shape of you Sirius Black X Reader. Post Azkaban Sirius. Fluff, bad humor.

Now I'm Covered in You Sirius Black X Reader. Post Azkaban Sirius. 18+ Content. From my fall event (close)

Trying To Keep The Water Warm James Potter X Reader. Professor James AU! Fluff. From my fall event (close)

Dark Red James Potter X Reader Set during the Marauders era. 18+ content.

Womanizer Sirius Black x Reader Set During the Marauders era. Angst, 18+ content, drinking, hints at sexual assault.

Meddle About; West Coast; FDad!James Potter X Reader. 18+ content, mentions of alcohol, age gap.

Maroon Sirius Black X Reader ex to lovers, drinking, alludes to sexual assault, hurt/comfort.

The great war; Sirius Black X Reader ex to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort. Part two to Maroon.

Do I wanna know? Rockstar!Sirius Black X Reader. 18+ content.

Dusk till dawn Sirius Black X Lestrange!Reader Hurt/Comfort, dialogue heavy.

Smoke on my clothes; Rockstar!Sirius Black X Popstar!Reader Fluff, 18+ content, use of y/n.

Into You; Ron Weasley X Reader 18+ content, porn without plot.

Wherever I go; Remus Lupin X Reader. Making out, suggestive, fluff.

Blue Jeans; Professor!Harry Potter X Reader 18+ content.

Getaway car; Sirius Black X Desi!Reader 18+ content, sexual tension, substances.

I think he knows; Ron Weasley X Reader 18+ content, mentions of war, fluff.

Gorgeous; James Potter X Reader 18+ content.

House of balloons/glass table girls; Sirius Black X Reader 18+ content.

You're in love Policeman!James Potter X Baker!Reader Fluff.

Can't you see, you're meant for me? Bsf!Dad!James Potter X Reader Suggestive content, fluff.

I'm gonna make you my wife; Sirius Black X Reader Banter, fluff, silly teenagers in love, kinda shy reader, alcohol, 18+ content.

This place will burn you up; Sirius Black X Reader 18+ content.

❁ ODE TO FANFICTION ❁

Hall of morals;

I'm running back home to you;

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epilogue-and-prologue · 2 years ago

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Masterlist - DC Cinematic Universe

The Flash (Series)

Harry Wells - Earth 2 Fake - Romantic/Smutty - Harry Wells x Reader

Cisco Ramon Imagine dating Cisco - Romantic - Cisco x gn!Reader

Legends Of Tomorrow

None for the moment, sorry !

Gotham

Jerome Valeska Jerome - Romantic/Abusive/1920s Mafia AU/Songfic - Jerome Valeska x DressWearing!Reader - Mentions of self-harm

Alfred Pennyworth Old Chap - Platonic/Friendship - Alfred & Reader Dad - Afred's your Dad and you're dating Jim Gordon - Alfred & Reader

Jim Gordon Dad - Romantic/Alfred in Dad mode - Jim Gordon x Reader

Ivy aka Poison Ivy Friends on the side - Platonic/Friendship/Jealousy about reader dating Oswald - Ivy & Reader

Oswald Cobblepot aka The Penguin Friends on the side - Romantic/ Only mentions of Oswald - Oswald x Reader

Victor Zsasz Darling - Romantic/CanonViolence - Victor x Reader

#dc cinematic universe #the flash #legends of tomorrow #gotham

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fvckeduplilwhinybxtch · 2 years ago

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DON'T LEAVE ME

FRED WEASLEY X IVY BLACK (MY OWN CHARACTER)

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Enjoy!

This was war, chaotic, messy and death. It wasn't pleasant, not at all, all you could do was fight and hope you don't die or hope no one else dies. Ivy stood next to Fred, watching the school, Hogwarts, get locked down, her heart Wrenched and she gripped tighter on Fred's hand. Ivy grew up at Hogwarts, she didn't want it to be messed up, She wanted her and Fred's son, Finley Cayden(fighter)Weasley,He was 4, Ivy wished to not have him near her and Fred at this time, but her little boy was stood tall infront of her and Fred, she looked at Fred and tears struck her eyes "Fred..i need to take him somewhere safe.." Ivy said "I'll take him to my mum, she's in the wing, she's staying there and keeping a eye on 1st years" Fred said and picked Finley up, ivy kissed Fin's head and smiled at him "Bye mommy!" Finley said to her, as Ivy wiped some dirt from his face "Bye baby..i love you so much.." Ivy said and with that Fred was walking off with there son.

Eventually Fred was back, standing tall, tears striking his eyes as well as he watched the protection spell in the sky get damaged "Freddie..listen..we are gonna make it out of here together... Okay?" Ivy said "I love you" Fred said to Ivy and a big boom was heard threw Hogwarts and Hogsmead. "It's time!" Everyone heard Harry yell and everything started happening, spells being thrown at death eaters, instant deaths, Fred and Ivy ended up parting.

3 hours later... 3 hours ivy hasn't seen Fred, things were calmed down so she was going to see If Fred was in the wing seeing Finley, ivy walked to the wing, Her heart instantly shattered as she saw Her Husband, Fred, on the stretcher,he wasn't dead but he was hurt very badly.. Ivy ran to him and dropped to her knees holding her chest, it felt hard to breath, she wanted to scream, she felt a hand rub her hair and looked at Fred's weak eyes "Ivy..." Fred said letting out a whimper "Keep Finley safe okay?.. And for you..remember I'll always love you.." Fred said Weakly and shut his eyes, immediately going unconscious, he just died..but that's what she thought..Ivy screamed and hugged onto Fred "Fred!! No!!!" she yelled and everyone came and watched, Molly tried to hold Finley back but he ran to fast over to his parents "Mommy, why's daddy asleep?" Finley said, Ivy's heart broke at that, she felt like her heart was ripped out of her chest "Hunny, Daddy is just really tired.. O-okay?" Ivy said and saw as George and Ron were bawling, bill was holding back his sobbing and Molly was hugging onto Arthur "Daddy can't sleep right now silly, we need to beat that mean guy" Finley said, giggling softly. Ivy was hurt "We need to let him sleep Fin" Was all Ivy said before everything went black, she passed out.

A few hours later, Ivy woke up and looked over to see Fred moving "F-fred" Ivy said, breaking down at the sight of him moving "Fred I thought you died" Ivy added "I did, I came back" Fred said and gripped onto Ivy.

15years later, Finley got a Hogwarts acceptance Letter,

*Mr Finley Weasley

248 Coset Lane

Dear Mr. Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT & WIZARDRY*

Finley was set off to discover a new world, proudly Accepted by his Mum and Dad, Finley also has a 6 year old sister now, her name is Athena(Warrior) Harlow Weasley, she had bright red hair just like her brother and dad.

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ivyxhq · 1 year ago

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Is that (IVY WOLFE)? They look so much like (LEIGH ANNE PINNOCK). I heard they use (SHE/HER) pronouns and are (CISFEMALE). They also turned (TWENTY-SIX) years old this year. They’re also famous for being a (SINGER/BAND MEMBER). I also read that they have (THREE) kid(s) and that they are (HETEROSEXUAL). They are (DATING) (HARRY STYLES OR ABEL TESFAYE FC).

born and raised in england, ivy grew up in a tight-knit middle class family. her mother was a nurse while her dad was a high school teacher. she also has a younger sister, to who she's really close to and feels very protective over, mostly since their parents divorce. they separated when ivy was 13, and it was really hard on her. she grew up seeing her parents madly in love and then one day... poof! they're getting a divorce. she never really knew the actual reasons of the separation, other than "they needed space", which was her parents' explanation. although it created doubts in her head about love, ivy felt closer to her sister along with a feeling of responsibility towards her.

ivy was always a big fan of girl groups and dreamt of one day being part of one. she loved dancing and singing and practiced her hobbies at school, until she auditioned for x factor at 18 and through the process was put into the girl band "cherry bomb" with two other girls (wc) and the rest is history; they became famous and started touring the world. she then moved to the us with the rest of her group as it would be easier for their careers.

some random facts:

she has a son with her ex (justin bieber, abel tesfaye or michael b.jordan fc) named miles & is pregnant with twins from her current boyfriend (harry styles or abel tesfaye fc)

ivy does have some trust issues when it comes to love. her parents divorce made her anxious since there were no apparent signs of it

as a friend & as a partner, she's very loyal and will fight for the ones she loves. small but very feisty lol

she's very close to her younger sister even though her being too protective of her could cause some frictions.

tba

would love these connections for her: friends, besties, frenemies, rivals, exes, ex-flings/one night stands, confident, or dm me on discord to brainstorm x

#svalleyintro

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iamgonnagetyouback · 7 months ago

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DO YOU REMEMBER OUR FIRST DATE?.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ J. POTTER

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since harry started dating ginny, he hasn’t stopped gushing about her. you and james listen fondly, reminiscing about your own first date—a disaster involving spilled butterbeer

WARNINGS ಇ. fluff, established relationship, james being a lovesick fool

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The cozy warmth of your home always felt amplified whenever Harry was around, especially on nights like this one. You and James were nestled on the couch, listening with fond smiles as Harry rambled on about his first date with Ginny. His excitement was palpable, his cheeks flushed with happiness.

“And then, when she laughed, it was like—” Harry paused, grinning sheepishly, “—I don’t know, like everything was perfect. She was perfect, you know? Everything about her just… fits.”

You shared a glance with James, both of you trying to suppress a chuckle. The memory of your own first date flashed in your mind, and you wondered how long it would be until Harry realized that Ginny probably had him wrapped around her finger.

“She sounds wonderful, Harry,” you said warmly, leaning against James's shoulder. “You’ve got good taste.”

“Definitely an upgrade from your father,” James teased, grinning as Harry rolled his eyes, though the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement.

“I don’t know how you managed, Mum,” Harry retorted playfully.

“Well,” you sighed dramatically, glancing at James, “it wasn’t easy, but someone had to keep him in line.”

James shot you a faux-offended look, though his eyes sparkled with affection. “I wasn’t that bad.”

Harry shook his head with a laugh. “Right. Anyway, I should probably go freshen up before I eat everything in the kitchen.”

“Good idea,” you said, giving him a soft smile. “I made pancakes. They’re waiting for you.”

Harry’s face lit up as he nodded enthusiastically. “You’re the best, Mum. I’ll be down in a sec.”

As Harry made his way upstairs, the sound of his feet retreating down the hall, you felt the comforting quiet settle back into the room. You stretched, standing up from the couch and making your way into the kitchen to tidy up a bit before breakfast.

As you reached for the flour container, you suddenly felt a familiar warmth as two strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. A contented sigh escaped you as James buried his face into your neck, his scruffy hair tickling your skin.

“Hello, darling,” James murmured softly, his voice warm and full of affection.

“James Potter,” you said in mock exasperation, though the smile on your face betrayed you. “I’m trying to work here.”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he tightened his hold around you. “And I’m trying to distract you.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped. “Mission accomplished.”

He hummed in approval, his chin resting on your shoulder as he swayed you both gently, the scent of flour and sugar mixing with his familiar cologne. “Do you remember our first date?”

“Oh, you mean the one where you were an absolute disaster?” you teased, turning slightly to look at him over your shoulder.

“Oi!” he protested, though there was laughter in his voice. “That was… well, okay, maybe it wasn’t my smoothest moment.”

“You spilled butterbeer on me within the first ten minutes,” you reminded him, grinning as you recalled the sticky mess that had coated your robes.

James let out a groan, burying his face in your neck again. “Don’t remind me. I was nervous! You were… well, you’re you.”

You laughed, turning fully in his arms now so you could face him, resting your hands on his chest. “And you thought pouring your drink on me would impress me?”

“I panicked,” he admitted sheepishly, his hands resting at your waist as he gazed down at you with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. “But I think I made up for it.”

“Oh? And how exactly did you make up for drenching me in butterbeer?”

James smirked. “I kissed you at the end of the night, didn’t I?”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. “Mmm, was it a good kiss? I don’t really remember.”

James scoffed in mock disbelief, gently squeezing your waist. “You don’t remember? You said it was the best kiss of your life.”

You grinned, leaning up to peck his lips quickly. “I might’ve said that to boost your ego.”

James gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Wounded. Completely wounded. After everything I’ve done for you, too.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, shaking your head, though you were still smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“And you love it,” he countered with a grin, dipping his head to kiss you properly this time. The kiss was slow and familiar, the kind that only years of loving someone could create. When you finally pulled away, James was still wearing that goofy smile that had made you fall for him in the first place.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t run off after that date,” he said softly, his voice losing its teasing edge.

You laughed, shaking your head. “You think spilling a drink on me would’ve scared me away? James, I think I was already in love with you by then.”

James’s expression softened as he stared down at you, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I was in love with you from the moment you insulted my Quidditch skills.”

You snorted. “You were rubbish at goalkeeping back then.”

“I wasn’t rubbish,” he protested, though his smile was wide. “I was… distracted.”

“By me?” you asked, amused.

“Obviously.” He pulled you closer, his nose brushing yours. “You were always distracting. Still are.”

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your chest was undeniable. “You’re so cheesy, you know that?”

James grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Only for you, darling.”

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#⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ivy writes ༄.°#james potter fluff #james potter #james potter x reader #dad!james potter #mom!reader #harry potter #james potter au #james potter drabble #james potter fanfiction #james potter x you #james potter x y/n

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reysdriver · 8 months ago

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i need more dad James 🫣🫣🫣🫣

James comes home from a trip to the farm supply store with a wild surprise — dad!farmer!james x mom!reader fluff

warnings: a little bit of fighting but it's absolutely not angsty, some parental nervousness ig

words: 1.3k

a/n: I need more of him too lol (I'm gonna use this ask to test out my new au tho so I hope you're ok with that <3)

James came home right when you were starting to prepare dinner, much to the joy of you and both your children. You scooped up your baby girl from her play mat on the ground, then right on cue, your toddler showed up at your side, rushing to the front door with you.

“I guess you heard the door too, Haz?” You asked your son, holding out your hand for him to take.

As he looked up at you and nodded, he took your free hand so that the three of you were all going together to see James.

Once you saw your husband at the door, all you felt were the butterflies in your stomach that still hadn’t flown away even after all these years. But then, you noticed how he was leaving very little space between him and the door as he closed it, and how he was covered in little strands of fur even though he was just running a few quick errands.

Before you could even ask him about it, he wrapped his strong arm around your waist and pressed his lips against yours. It took you a bit of time to register what was even happening, but as soon as you started to melt into the kiss, James pulled away and flashed you a sweet smile.

He then bent down to greet both Ivy on your hip and Harry standing beside you.

“I have a surprise for you and the kids.” James said, mostly excited with a hint of guilt.

You raised an eyebrow at your husband. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged and touched the door handle, ready to open it. “I can’t really tell you. It’s better if I show you.”

He opened the front door to reveal a ridiculously small horse standing fifteen feet away from you and tied up to the bannister outside.

It was half your size and incredibly fluffy. You had to resist going over to pet it just because you were so in shock at the fact that your husband came home from the farm supply store and surprised you with a whole horse—or maybe just a third of a horse, based on its size.

A thousand and one thoughts raced through your head but before you could make sense of any of them, Harry giggled loudly and began to run towards the horse in front of you all.

Panicking, you called your son back and walked him back to the porch. You used your free hand to hold him tightly against your thigh so he wouldn’t run back the animal James just surprised you with.

“You bought a pony on a whim?” You asked your husband.

“No, of course not.” He shook his head. “She’s a miniature horse. They’re totally different. The guy I bought it from told me all about them!”

Of course. Now that the horse’s title is settled, everything is fine.

“James, we need to speak in private. Stay here.”

His face flushed. He knew you were mad because you almost never called him by anything other than your various pet names for him unless you were upset.

You then ushered Harry back inside the house to the living room, where you set Ivy back down on her play mat.

“Play with your sister for a minute, Haz. If she gets fussy at all, you can come get me outside, okay?”

He smiled and nodded, sitting down next to the one year-old. “Can we play with the pony soon?”

You exhaled, unsure of how to respond. “Your dad says it’s a miniature horse, not a pony. And maybe, if you’re good.”

The boy seemed satisfied with that, so you pressed a kiss to the top of his head and walked back outside, where you found your husband looking extremely guilty as he awaited your return.

Once you closed the door behind you, he immediately tried to make the situation better.

“Lovie, I knew you’d be reluctant about all of this, but I swear I can explain—”

“You bought a horse, James! You were only supposed to be going out for a new shovel and some paint, then you come back with a horse?!”

“Well, I got the other stuff, too, it’s just in the truck. I just got to talking with a man at the supply store and he said he was selling some of those cuties right out of his horse trailer in the parking lot.”

You sighed and crossed your arms. “How much did it cost?”

“Not much at all! The guy was selling them for bottom dollar ‘cause he’s moving soon and needs ‘em gone!” James rested his hand on your upper arm and stroked lightly. His voice softened, and so did his expression. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have bought her if we couldn’t afford her. I’m always thinking about our family.”

You were trying real hard not to look into your husband’s pretty eyes because you knew the second you did, you would have no choice but to give in. You stared at the porch swing, the miniature horse, the chicken coop, anything but James.

And he could clearly tell you weren’t convinced just yet, so he kept going.

“Look, I know we got rid of most of the animals before Harry was born, but those were the more unstable ones, and that was back when we were nervous about everything. Now we’re more experienced, and she’s just the sweetest thing.”

You exhaled, peeking through the window to check on Harry and Ivy playing on the living room carpet.

“They’re just babies, Jamie.”

He bit back a smile at the use of his nickname, letting him know you were warming up to the idea.

“Harry’s already three, love.” He removed his hand from your arm and gestured at himself. “I was just barely older than him when I started riding the real horses, and now look at me!”

He smiled and posed with open arms, which in turn made you smile.

“I love looking at you.” You said sincerely. “You’re the best.”

“Your words, not mine.”

You giggled, then pulled him in for a kiss. And not just one to distract like when he first came home. A real kiss, and a good one too.

When you pulled away, you left your hands where they were and caressed softly.

“Next time you want to do something extravagant for the kids like this, talk to me about it first, okay? If you kiss me enough, I’ll say yes to anything.”

James raised an eyebrow, insinuating things that made you glad the kids were inside.

Your jaw dropped in mock stun. “Not like that, Jamie! What do you take me for?!”

The two of you both laughed, and he pulled you in for a sweet hug. “My wife, the mother of my incredible kids, the love of my life. I could go on.”

You would have claimed he was just flattering you as an apology for buying the horse, but you had already told him he could keep it. Plus, he says things like that far more than he had ever bought something crazy and needed forgiveness.

“So I can go introduce the kids to the horse for real now?”

Your gaze moved over to the animal a few feet away from you, and you nodded as a response to your husband’s question.

“As long as you have a saddle for that thing.”

He grinned, then kissed your nose quickly before darting away. “Thank you! It’s in the truck! I love you!”

You laughed to yourself, and shook your head amusedly while you walked towards the miniature horse that you now owned.

“Hi there, sweetheart.” You greeted, brushing her mane with your fingers. “Welcome to the family. James there can be a bit daft, but I think you’ll like it here.”

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x wife!reader #dad!james potter #dad!james potter x reader #dad!farmer!james potter #farmer!james potter #farmer!james potter x reader #james potter fluff #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #dad!marauders #harry potter

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rarepears · 2 years ago

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Nov 2022 Masterpost

rarepears recs

make up fake fic title ask game

endeavor x gin

tywin lannister x sung jinwoo

shen qingqiu marries a brothel madam au

the married life of sung jinwoo and wen ruohan au

time traveling obi wan pretends to be a professor specializing in the study of the Jedi Order au

Shen Yuan and his siblings transmigrate into PIDW and are all Cang Qiong peak lords... the previous Cang Qiong peak lords au

imagine if itachi uchiha was reborn as lan xichen au

Aemond Targaryen x Endeavor

Daemon Targaryen x Endeavor au

time traveler obiwan needs to YEEEEET anakin into therapy asap au

Jinah tries to teach Sung Jinwoo's shadow summons some Human Traditions AU

shen qingqiu has an emotional support parrot and hijinks happen au

if sung jinwoo was reborn as luo binghe au

the lan and order au (the law and order reimagined with mdzs)

shen yuan is mobei jun’s mother thanks to his wife beam and an early transmigration au

shen qingqiu: qing jing peak lord by day and crime lord by night au

the hunt for shen jiu's biological family au

meet percy jackson god of kamino and star wars clones au

shen qingqiu knew luo binghe was su xiyan's son au

shen yuan the fraghead getting thrown in svsss au

aerys targaryen becomes less of a mad king with the steady application of harry potter’s magical healing cock au

Shen Yuan transmigrates into a basilisk character in PIDW au

When PIDW!Luo Binghe is pushed into the Endless Abyss he falls through a dimensional rip into SVSSS world au

svsss modern AU 24/7 dom Shen yuan and sub luo binghe

if Su Xiyan fell in love not with Tian Langjun but Sung Jinwoo (solo leveling) au

svsss my little pony fusion au

observant cang qiong disciples realize somethings about their Shen shibo AU

Liu Mingyan (Svsss) gets reborn as Sung Jinah (Solo Leveling) and gets reunited with her brother again... with a twist au

no one believes LBH to be the real LBH au

solo leveling meta: life insurance

luo binghe's xinmo sword is actually a plasma sword once known as darksaber svsss x star wars au

Sung Jinwoo becomes Gregor and Sandor Clegane's adoptive dad au

Shen Yuan transmigrates as Liu Qingge's mom and becomes a high quality MILF character AU

instead of the fullbringer arc ichigo gives birth to chibified versions of his zanpakuto and hallow au

poison ivy is mistaken to be a goddess of nature in game of thrones and tully is quick to claim her as their ancestor au

shen yuan and luo binghe are aizawa's adoptive parents au

sqh's chicken or egg au

When your disciple LBH tries to marry your shizun SY - AKA Shen Jiu isn’t having a good time in this au

the cang qiong mountain sect hot pot tradition au

a time traveling/dimension crossing!Luo Bingge tries to woo Shen Jiu's shizun aka Shen Yuan au

PIDW reborn as cats and Shen Jiu is the lucky cat owner au

sqh and sy sleepover au

#masterpost #svsss #bnha #solo leveling #game of thrones #star wars #pidw #harry potter #bleach #dcu #naruto #boku no hero acedamia #scum villain self saving system #mdzs #mao dao zu shi #mxtx

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extremelyblackandwhite · 2 years ago

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Hey Bea so I just got the best idea for a Steve Kemp read that I think not just me but everyone that follows you and Harry Styles fans will agree with me so here is the idea. Harry is in the town. And Steve and reader surprise the girls at dinner has surprised the girls with Steve taking all his girls to the concert so the girls plan Steve's outfit and the girls plan their outfit. While the reader takes her boys out for dinner then they come back and teach reader how to play video games. I would love to see this be written because if you write this would be the best Christmas present ever.

Merry Christmas Bea!!!

Love Every.

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ topics (under 18 year olds do NOT interact/reader), mentions of miscarriage

part of toxic

It was a quiet night at the Kemp household, at least as quiet as it could be with a bunch of teenagers, a toddler, and a baby. Steve was in a particular good, specially with Daisy spending the weekend home from college, without her boyfriend - which surely did wonders to Steve’s mood. However, that peace and quiet quickly died down just as she called everyone down for dinner. Suddenly, there were people swarming the kitchen table, moving around and having petty fights about who got to seat where, while Y/N merely held Aaron against her side, happy to at least still have one of her babies who was happy just to be with mum and didn’t fight her or Steve in pretty much anything. She strapped Aaron to the high chair, serving him first before the whole family started to dig into the food.

- How’s college, Daisy? - Steve asked just as everything settled down. - You know, my old professor works there still.

- It’s good. Coursework is a bit too much but I’m doing well.

- Nerd. - Ivy mumbled, gaining a glare from her dad. - What? We all know Daisy is a nerd.

- It would do you some good to maybe be slightly nerdish. - Steve commented but Ivy just shrugged. - Don’t call your sister a nerd.

- What’s a nerd? - William pipped up from his seat.

- Mum, Daisy and Dad. - Ivy continued.

- And what are you, Ivy? - Y/N questioned. - Because you are exactly like your dad, so what does that make you, darling?

- No one say I’m like dad.

- Everyone says you’re like dad. - Rose added. - Daisy’s like mum and you’re like dad.

- Only the cool parts. - Ivy mumbled to herself, looking back to the vegetables on her plate.

- Great, now that we’ve had time for that, I have some good news. - Steve got up from the table, giving his wife a sneaky look. - I know you girls really like that One Direction dude ...

- Which one? - Cornelia looked at him with eyes filled with excitement and curiosity.

- Which one, love? - he mumbled to Y/N who mumbled a response back. - Harry, right. I got you girls tickets but I promised your mum I would take you.

The peace and quiet were replaced by girly shrieks as all of the girls got up from the table to hug their dad, making Y/N smile from where she was sat. Immediately, the shrieks were replaced by the girls questioning one another what they should be wearing or how long they had to prepare and if they could borrow someone else’s clothing.

- You girls go, we’ll leave in an hour. I’ll wait here for you.

- What do you mean? You’re not going dressed like that, right? - Rose looked her father up and down.

- What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?

- DAD! It’s a Harry Styles concert! - Cornelia and the other girls started pulling their dad upstairs, while Y/N merely held her laughter.

He definitely could not say that he did enjoy having his girls move around and decide what he was gonna wear - but he did miss his girls. Daisy was out of the house and dating a person whose name Steve never wanted to hear, Rose was moving out to college soon enough and the triplets were getting closer and closer to college years as well. Even if he did not enjoy having a boa thrown around him, these were the moments we was gonna miss. Y/N, on the other hand was finishing cleaning the dishes, with Aaron against her side and William holding her leg.

- MUM! WE’RE GOING! DAD, COME ON! - Cornelia screamed out from the living room, while Y/N merely got a peak of Steve, dressed in a pink cowboy hat and a boa.

- Don’t. - he pointed at his wife. - Not a word.

- You are such a softie. - she held in her giggle. - Bring me a keychain, will you?

- Depends on what I receive when I come back.

- We’ll see.

And with that, the girls and Steve were gone for the concert, leaving Y/N with her boys. She had become rather clingy with them lately, they were her last babies and the only ones who still asked for her help; however, tonight William was much more interested in playing games on the new console his grandparents had given him. She sat down in the couch with Aaron, the one year old mostly drifting off to sleep against her chest.

- What are you playing, bubba? - she asked her son, whose eyes were concentrated on the TV.

- Mario Kart.

- Oh ... that looks fun. - Y/N’s experience with video games wasn’t very large, mostly because Johnny wouldn’t let her near his Atari while growing up. - Can I play with you?

- No, mummy. It’s just for boys. No girls allowed.

- Oh, but what if I play for Aaron?

William stopped the game, thinking for a second before reaching to grab a controller for his mum. Y/N placed Aaron safely against the pillows of the couch, before sitting down on the floor of the living room as the 9 year old began to explain to his mum how the game worked. After a few rounds, he too had fallen asleep against the couch. She smiled to herself, pulling a blanket over the two boys before going to the kitchen to grab herself a cup of coffee. Everything seemed great in that moment.

#steve kemp

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erodasfishtacos · 4 years ago

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Not So Easy

prompt: Harry and Y/N have both had a rough week. Ivy is in the prime of her terrible twos. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.

word count: 6.2k

warnings: swearing, smut, a little angst

AN: Fulfilling this request ***. This is part of the CEO!Harry verse. If you enjoy please like, reblog, and come chat with me about it x

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It was a gorgeous, cool Saturday evening and Y/N had been cooped up in the house all week due to nasty rainstorms that lasted the whole week. All of Y/N’s friends had canceled plans for one reason or another. Anne came down with flu and couldn’t visit like she was suppose to.

Harry had an extra awful week at work - which was saying something - and hadn’t been able to let it go. The frustration and irritation he usually was good at leaving at the office at the end of the workday hadn’t been happening.

Ivy was in the midst of her terrible twos and quite frankly it was disaster for all of them.

They decided on one of their favorite restaurants about an hour outside of London near the beautiful, green countryside. ***

It was a family-owned Italian establishment with outside seating on the patio. The tables were filled but Harry always managed to squeeze himself into a non-existent reservation with his charm (and wallet).

When they’re escorted onto the deck, Ivy had Harry hitched up on his hip and wriggles her into her wooden high-chair with little difficulty - she had just woken up from a nap and was in a seemingly okay mood.

Y/N notices a few pairs of eyes watching them from the table close to theirs but decided that she was just being paranoid. And if she brought it up to Harry she knows he’d immediately tell them to fuck off and mind their business.

They get Ivy settled with her favorite little sensory book and her plush baby doll ***, as they look at the menu, “I’m so hungry,” Y/N grumbles, unable to decide what she wants to eat, Ivy literally running her around all day with no time for refueling.

“Me too, y’didn’t let me finish my meal earlier,” Harry murmurs cheekily, looking at his wife over his menu with a raised eyebrow, “Guess I’ll just have to wait for dessert.”

“Baba’s asleep, she was out as soon as her head hit the pillow,” Harry tells his wife, trotting in their bedroom. He’s already stripping the shirt off his head and wriggling his running shorts down his narrow hips.

Y/N’s laying on the bed, too distracted by her romance novel to notice Harry’s actions - well until he yanks at her ankles until her bum skids towards the end of the bed, she lets out a surprise yelp at her husband’s strength.

He plucks the book from her hands and tosses it to the floor with a thump. His hands are hurriedly reaching to pull down her shorts and panties with impatience at having his wife bare before him.

“Someone’s a bit horny,” Y/N teases, raising her hips to let him slide them down before they join the book on the floor. He ducks down to bite at the soft skin of her hip bone, suckling a dark mark there in ownership.

“Have y’seen yourself, pet?” Harry replies lowly, unable to help himself as he dips down and swipes a long, languid lip up her center with no warning. It has her moaning and pushing herself into his mouth.

“We don’t have long, H. Need you in me,” His wife whines, pulling him up by his hair until he’s slipping his tongue right into her mouth, wasting no time to hike her hips up around his waist and pushing in with one strong, directive thrust.

Y/N blushes and darts her eyes back down to the menu, “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you.”

Harry laughs, eyes wrinkling around the corners, “Y’know even when I’m not good, y’let me.”

It was very very true.

“Oops!” Ivy squeals when her doll falls to the ground. It was one of the new words she’s finally understood in context and it’s unbelievably cute to hear her high, little squeaky voice.

“S’alright, here you go bab,” Harry titters, reaching down to toss it back onto the table for his daughter. She looked so fucking adorable tonight in what Y/N had dressed her in a little Gucci jean jacket with matching jeans. ***

Ivy manages to keep herself pretty occupied until she needs a diaper change. The meals had just arrived, steaming hot and smelling like heaven, but Y/N slings their diaper bag over her shoulder and totes the baby off to the bathroom.

Harry watches them, like the protector he is until they make it to the bathroom safely. He can sense eyes on him (the same group Y/N thought was watching) but unlike his wife, Harry makes eye contact with the table who were staring directly at his wife and then him.

“Can I fuckin’ help you?” Harry asks bluntly, not hesitating to stare down every single person at the table. He didn't want anyone staring at them, staring at Y/N, staring at Ivy. He wanted to enjoy his dinner in peace with his family. He assumed they probably worked for him.

They avert their gaze from the intense man, acting nonchalantly and sipping at their glasses filled with wine as if they weren’t just staring at them. It makes Harry scoff loudly enough so that they can hear it.

When Y/N appears back with Ivy and attempts to plop her back into her seat, her limbs go wiggly and her eyebrow knits with refusal, letting out little kicks, “No mummy, no!”

“Baby, we’ve got to eat now. How ‘bout after we’re done?” Y/N hums in her daughter’s ear, attempting to steady the toddler’s legs to slide into the slots of the chair.

Y/N knew it was going to be a struggle since Y/N told Ivy she couldn’t have the big stuffed animal that was in the gift shop on the way to the bathroom.

“Mummy! Don’t wanna!” Ivy protests loudly, her face pinched with her terrible twos anger as she squirms and twists in her mother’s grip.

“S’okay, give her to me,” Harry tells his wife, taking Ivy in his lap. She smiles with deep dimples up at her father before going to reach her little fingers into his pasta. “No, Ivy. S’hot, it’s goin’ to burn you.”

Ivy pulls her brows together, decidedly not liking what her dad had to say, because she’s reaching out once again. “Ivy, daddy said ‘no’. Be a good girl and listen.”

“Mine.” Oh god, her favorite word at the moment.

“Ivy Elizabeth, s’not yours. S’daddy’s. Mummy ordered you chicken, which she very nicely cut up for you. You need to eat that, lovie,” Harry uses a bit of a firmer voice with the little girl, pulling her plate of cubed of food over.

“Here, bub,” Y/N takes a small piece, bringing it up to her daughter’s full lips. Only to be met with a hand batting it away until it’s being flung limply to the wood floor with a screech.

“No, want that,” Ivy huffs, once again reaching for her father’s steaming plate. She’s nearly close to getting her finger into the burning sauce so Harry has to scoot his chair out a bit so she can’t reach it anymore.

The parents give each other a knowing look because of what is surely about to come. The baby was struggling with being told ‘no’ as of late, as well as claiming nearly everything as ‘mine’. Tantrums were in their prime right now and they thought the pre-dinner nap would have helped.

Spoiler Alert: It doesn’t.

When Ivy realizes she’s no longer able to reach the food, she furrows her brow and pulls back her little fist, hitting at her father’s shoulder. It wasn’t often she tried to hit, likely because most times it landed her on the step for two minutes, but it’s like she knew they couldn’t do that here.

“Ivy,” Harry takes her small hands between his, “We do not hit, do you understand Daddy? S’not nice. If you can’t behave, you’re not getting ice cream before we go home.”

At that point, the little girl would normally calm down a bit and readjust because she really loved ice cream but it didn’t do anything to quell her anger tonight. She shakes her head, curly hair bouncing, before the tears start rolling.

“Should we just get this to go?” Y/N asks, knowing that the whole restaurant doesn’t want to hear the sobbing baby throwing a fit over not being able to dig her hands into her father’s dinner plate.

“Probably best,” Harry grunts when Ivy wriggles and twists in her father’s grip with a frustrated whine, “She’s not goin’ to settle.”

“Down, let me down!” Ivy demands against her father’s grip, like she’s the one running the show.

“Here, give her to me,” Y/N mutters, wrangling the toddler into a tight hold while Harry gets the waiter’s attention to get take away boxes and the check. He’s pulling out his wallet to slide out his black amex and put it on the table.

“Ivy, I’m going to put you down so I can get the diaper bag and your toys. Are you going to stay right next to mummy?” Y/N asks her daughter firmly, making sure her daughter’s little green eyes are meeting hers.

Ivy nods but as soon as her feet hit the solid ground, she lets out a giggle and dashes from beside her mother. She doesn’t get very far because she’s running straight into the legs of another patron and tumbling on her bum.

She’s not at all hurt but takes it as an advantage to throw herself onto the floor, screaming and tears - the whole dramatic show because she’s not getting her way and well....she’s a two year old - that’s all the reason she needs, right?

Harry’s in full dad mode now, “I’ll get her to the car. Y’got this, love?”

Y/N nods, sighing at the loss of their nice dinner as her daughter has all eyes directed on their family - the last thing she wanted to happen. But she just focuses on shoveling the still hot foot into the plastic containers to take home.

“S’enough of that, Ivy. This isn’t how we act, hmm?” Harry hums, pulling his daughter off the floor and into his arms - “What’s gotten into you, bug?”

Ivy sniffles, knuckling at her wet eyes, “Home, daddy.”

“We’re taking you home, don’t you worry,” Harry chuckles, smiling softly when she tucks her head into the crook of his neck, thumb finding her lips. His large palm came to rub at her back and bounce her lightly.

When Y/N finally gets everything together, one of the waitresses - an older woman, stops by the table, “How old is your daughter?”

Y/N smiles, “Just turned two a month ago.”

The grey lady has a kind, knowing grin on her face, “What an age, huh? She looks like a little replica of your husband.”

The girl laughs, they can’t go anywhere without hearing that from someone, “Oh, believe me. They have the same attitude too,” She jokes, slinging the bag over her shoulder.

“I wish you two luck. Two is a very hard age, I have five kids of my own. Just appreciate it, even though the tantrums are a pain in the arse,” She says, patting Y/N on the shoulder before heading back to a table who was waiting on her.

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Both the parents were frustrated, more so than they usually are with Ivy’s tantrums. They thought she’d simmer down once they’d gotten home but it had just revved up again when she realized she really wasn’t getting any ice cream.

“Shouldn’t have even promised her ice cream in the first place,” Y/N mutters with frustration as they stand near the staircase. Ivy sat on the step for two minutes in timeout, kicking her little feet against the marble.

“Right, because I knew she’d decide to have tantrums all night,” Harry shoots back, matching his wife’s tone. The screaming was echoing through the house, high-pitched and it just made you want to cover your ears from it.

Y/N rolls his eyes at him, motioning towards their daughter, “Well, this is your doing because you reminded her that she wasn’t getting it. You deal with it, I’m going to shower.”

“You’re not doing much to help anyways,” Harry hisses, their voices both low so that their daughter doesn’t hear - not like she would over the screaming match she’s having with herself.

They rarely fought to be honest. This wasn’t even a fight - really. It was hard raising a two year old and they were learning as they went along. The couple was good at communication and working through their problems most of the time.

“I’m not doing much to help?” Y/N asks in disbelief, “Then if I’m no help at all, why don’t you put her down for bed? You don’t need me, obviously.”

Harry narrows his eyes at her, his hand gripping the railing with a hard grip, “Don’t go twistin’ my words, that’s not what I said. Now you’re just lookin’ for a fight.”

“Yeah, because on top of a fussy two year old - I want to deal with a childish husband. I’m surprised you're not on the stairs, cryin’ about ice cream too with how you’re acting,” Y/N laughs - the sound crawling under Harry’s skin with irritation at her fake carefree attitude when she’s just as annoyed as him.

“You’re being an even bigger brat than our daughter right now,” Harry tells her, trying to keep his voice at a low volume but it comes out louder than intended. He felt himself straighten up and kept direct eye contact with his wife.

Y/N’s lips form into a tight line before gritting out, “Do not raise your voice at me. We agreed that no matter how frustrated we got we wouldn’t do that in front of our daughter.”

“Then don’t act so immature, ever think of tha’?” Harry bites, hating the he hears his work voice being directed at his wife when he never wants that.

“How am I being immature? You promised her something that she didn’t get, then reminded her that she’s not getting it. I’m allowed to be frustrated with you!” Y/N whisper-shouts, Ivy is now distracted by taking her little shoes off and watching them tumble down the stairs.

“I have so many better things I could be doing right now than stand here and fight with you over our daughter having a stupid tantrum. I’ll be in my office,” Harry replies, because when he doesn’t know what to do and refuses to admit he’s wrong - he falls back to his best excuse, work.

And he automatically regrets it when he sees a flash of hurt cross his wife’s face. Harry wants to swallow back those words and wrap his wife up into a hug. Never wanting to make her feel like his work is worth more of his time.

Deep down, they both know she knows that it’s not the truth but in the midst of the fight it doesn’t sting any less. He opens his mouth to apologize, to tell her that he’d rather put their daughter to bed together any night than be in his office.

But he can tell she’s already past the point of being pissed when she replies calmly, “I’ll put our baby to bed. Go work on whatever is more important than us, Mr. Styles.”

Harry wants to reach out and grab at her arm, tug her into his chest, and murmur in her hair how much he loves her more than anything. He said that because he knows it’s hurtful and it’s his only way to win an argument with her.

However, she’s moving up the stairs, scooping the somewhat calmed down baby into her arms and trudging up without another look at her still brooding husband.

Harry hears Ivy shout back down the stairs, “Daddy, come on!”

He hears his wife tell his daughter, “Daddy’s too busy with work, Ivy. S’just mummy.”

But that has Harry absolutely fuming, storming up the stairs after then, “Do not make it seem like I’m ever too busy for my daughter. That’s completely uncalled for, Y/N.”

Y/N doesn’t turn back to face him, instead keeps walking, and says with a monotone voice, “Oh, but you just said you had better things to be doing than dealing with your family. So go take care of your work, hot shot. I’ll take care of our daughter.”

“Why are you making it seem like I put my work before Ivy? I’ve literally never let that happen and you know that. You’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion because Ivy’s been having tantrums and you can’t put on your big girl pants and deal with them.”

That’s when Y/N spins around on her heel, letting Ivy down and encouraging her to go play in her room for a little before bedtime. Her face is turning red - which rarely happens unless they’re really about to get in an argument.

“Big girl pants? Really, I’m at home dealing with her tantrums twenty-four seven. You get to come home from work and only deal with it half on the time. Do not act like you know how stressful it is to stay at home with a toddler in their terrible twos all day.”

“Do not act like it’s harder than running a multi-billion pound business,” Harry scoffs, his voice becoming lower with frustration with an argument that was going nowhere. He had a cocky lift to his voice that made her want to scream.

“Oh, because it’s so difficult half the time? Last week, you got to go on your private jet to Paris for three days for business aka dinner and golfing while I sat at home alone!” Y/N raises her voice, angry tears forming over her lids.

“Sat in our 35 million pound house with a pool, playground, plenty of shops in town, unlimited money doesn’t sound like a hardship, love,” Harry replies, jaw clenching but his fingers itching to brush the tears away.

“You know what? It’s Sunday tomorrow. I’m going out. You watch her for the whole fucking day and see how easy it is. For now, enjoy the guest room,” Y/N spits out, storming down the hall to Ivy’s room to get her ready for bed.

“With pleasure,” He tells her, retreating back into his office and slamming the door. He wasn’t a fucking inadequate father.

He never put work before his family. He knew it wasn’t easy being at home and as soon as he sat his arse in his leather chair - he realized what a douchebag he was being to his stressed out wife.

Harry didn’t want to sleep in the guest room, he wanted to be spooned up next to his wife, whispering apologies for letting the stress of the week get to him. Remind her what an amazing partner and mum she is to him. How lucky he is.

The issue was - Harry had pride issues. He wasn’t one to admit defeat even when he should. He thrived on challenges so he was eager to show his wife that he’d have no problem taking on his terrible twos daughter.

He sneaks into his daughter’s room after she’s fast asleep in her crib, checking on her to make sure she’s okay before hesitantly entering their bedroom where his wife is fast asleep but a pile of clean clothes for him on the floor tells him she was serious about him sleeping in the guest room.

It was torture, not being able to be in the same bed as his wife. The love of his life. He thought about it multiple times - going in and groveling but his stubborn brain wouldn’t allow it. After such a long week, he was looking forward to sleeping in and his head hit the pillow in no time.

“Rise and shine,” His wife's voice wakes him up, it wasn’t with her normally cheery tone but with the same irritation as the night before. She definitely hadn’t magically forgiven him yet - dammit. Her voice is nearly drowned out by a fussy curly-haired baby.

“Wha’s wrong?” Harry grunts, sitting up to see Ivy still in her pajamas with sheet wrinkles across her face. Skin pink and warm from her nice, peaceful sleep.

However, she decided to wake up today with a massive chip on her shoulder.

“Ivy’s upset because she can’t find her ballerina doll,” Y/N replies.

Harry notices she is already fully dressed *** and made up for the day. “Might want to get up and help her find it. I’m heading out like we agreed on.”

“Fine,” Harry replies with a tight lip, rubbing his eyes as he’s still half asleep. “Y’look pretty.”

“Thanks,” Y/N replies nonchalantly, leaning over to kiss Ivy on the forehead, “I’ll see you later bug, I love you.”

Ivy looks at her mother in betrayal as she leaves Harry to manage their little ball of fury. He tries to tug her in for a big, warm hug but she shrieks and screams at her father, “Ballerina!”

“Ssh, okay. We’ll go look for y’ballerina, dove. No need to yell, s’too early,” Harry grumbles, sitting up and automatically being pulled by the hand off the bed to search for this doll that could be anywhere in this thousands upon thousands of square foot home.

After extensive searches, Harry realizes that he’d left it on the roof of the car when he was tucking her into her carseat last night. The cute little plush doll is now mostly likely roadkill on the country stretch.

“Ivy, y’literally got a whole room dedicated to stuffed animals and dolls. Let’s go pick somethin’ from there, yes?” Harry tries, his daughter’s arms crossed and glaring at Harry like he had just killed her hopes and dreams.

“No! No!” The toddler absolutely wails, plopping her little diaper-clad bum on the ground before kicking her feet against the marble. She had herself worked up until her cheeks were cherry red and tears were staining her shirt.

Harry couldn’t lie - he’d only been watching her for about two hours and he was starting to feel anxiety creep up in his throat over what to do. It wasn’t that he couldn’t parent her, but it was a lot of crying and he hated seeing her upset.

“Why don’t we go eat some breakfast? Does that sound good, lovie?” Harry offers hopefully, having to contain a laugh at how much she looks like him when he’s angry. The little crease between her eyes, the green in her eyes sparkling a little darker than usual.

Her eyes peek up at her father, “Yes, Daddy.”

Harry sighs in relief, scrubbing at hand down his face, taking her into the kitchen, strapping her in the highchair before whipping up some cheesy eggs for her.

When he puts down the plate in front of her, he has to say she’s surprised when she slaps it off the tray and onto the floor, spilling everywhere. “No, want mummy’s breakfast.”

Her father looks at her with a comically bewildered expression before turning on his dad voice, “We do not throw things on the ground. Do you understand me, Ivy Elizabeth?”

Her full little lips are drawn into a tight pout as she tosses her baby fork on the ground to join the still warm eggs in a heap.

“Mummy’s breakfast.”

The scolding goes in one ear and out the other, she doesn’t acknowledge her father but continues on her demands.

He caves after trying to no avail to decipher what ‘mummy’s breakfast’ means.

Ivy threw her eggs on the ground. She’s demanding mummy’s breakfast.

She’s hated eggs for the past two weeks now. Vanilla yogurt with diced strawberries and blueberries in her red baby bowl.

He does as she says, arranges a nice little bowl of yogurt with the fruit. He couldn’t find the red bowl so he substituted for a blue one.

It results in the yogurt also being smacked to the ground.

She threw that on the ground too.

Did you put it in a red bowl?

I couldn’t find it, just put it in a blue bowl

She only wants to eat breakfast out of red bowls right now

Harry groans, he didn’t know his daughter was this difficult about breakfast time. He was usually gone by the time she’d woken up for the day. Y/N usually let him sleep in a bit on the weekends until ten or so.

After digging for the specific red bowl, doing up her breakfast again - Ivy happily begins eating until it drips down her sleep clothes, rubbed all over her cheeks, and it even manages up in her tangled locks.

“S’that just so yummy, Vee?” Harry hums after she’s finished. “Looks like it’s bath time.”

He really should have guessed at this point when she shakes her head and squeaks, “No!”

“Yes, s’bathtime,” Harry says sternly, traipsing upstairs with the wriggling toddler who is doing everything in her power to fight against her father’s hold.

“No, no, no. Ballerina,” Ivy brings it up again, making it a near impossible task for Harry to wrangle her out of her clothes and diaper.

While he’s running the bath, she darts from the bathroom and through the hallways, right towards the grand staircase where the baby gate isn’t closed. Harry really really didn’t want to yell at his daughter but she could seriously get hurt.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, if you don’t get your little bum over to Daddy right now, you’re going on the step and y’not having playtime at all,” Harry orders loudly, but breathing a sigh of relief when his daughter skids in her tracks to a halt.

The little girl turns on her heels, eyes wide in fright at her dad’s raised voice - which rarely ever happened unless she really wasn’t listening. She begins to cry but not in her now typical anger-induced haze but in a legitimate sad wail.

His heart aches as his daughter toddles obediently back over to him with her little head hung low in regret, “Daddy, hold me?”

Harry can’t deny her so he scoops her up into the crook of his arm, “M’sorry for yellin’, bug. But y’need to be good for Daddy? You could have gotten really hurt and that would have made Daddy sad, okay?”

Her eyes are watery as she looks up at him, her hand curling around his neck before burying her still yogurt-sticky face into his skin, hiccuping with sad whines, “Sad Daddy.”

“Mhm, now are you going to be nice and get a bath f’me? Y’dirty, bubby,” Harry smiles down at her to brighten back up her mood and it works because her dimples pop out of her cheeks and she flashes her small blocky baby teeth.

Ivy surprisingly does well in the bathtub, allowing her father to get her all cleaned up until she accidentally opens her eyes and gets baby soap in them, it’s another round of tears that cannot be controlled.

Harry totes the sobbing toddler into a cute little Moschino onesie and brings her into their bedroom. He’s so fucking exhausted and it was barely noon. His stress level was near a hundred as he couldn’t keep her from being pissed off for more than twenty minutes at a time.

Luckily, it seems like the screaming and crying for the last how many hours had taken a toll on her because as soon as she sprawled on her stomach on Harry’s chest, she’s out like a light. The cutest small snores coming from her as she smacks her lips together while she dreams.

He gives her a few minutes to fall into a deeper sleep before tiptoeing her into her nursery and laying her very carefully into her crib. She doesn’t wake, just whimpers softly and turns on her side, away from her father.

When he’s sure she’ll be okay, he goes back into their bedroom, and well...he just breathes. He didn’t realize how high his anxiety had been up to this point and his whole morning had been nothing but trying to get his daughter calm. He didn’t even have one moment to think about himself.

It really wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate Y/N being a stay at home mum - of course, he did. He already knew how bloody amazing and strong she was as a person, he didn’t need this to prove what he already knew. It was his stubbornness to not decline a challenge and they both knew that was the case.

Y/N really didn’t think that Harry doubted her abilities. He nearly spent most of his days telling her how proud he was of her and her abilities as a partner and mum. It doesn’t mean it didn’t sting when he brought up his job compared to hers.

Harry’s in his own world of thoughts that he doesn’t notice a figure leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, “You got everything under control, H?”

His eyes darted up to meet his wife’s, “Not really. She’s a little terror,” He jokes (kind of).

“It’s easy compared to your job, right?” Y/N asks but it’s obviously rhetorical. She drops a few shopping bags on the floor before leaning down to unstrap her high heels, kicking them off along with throwing off the blazer to the floor.

“I never said your job was easy. Y’puttin’ words in my mouth,” Harry argues, sitting up straight and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“No, you’re right. It’s just not as hard as your job,” Y/N huffs, unbuttoning the tight jeans and shucking them off her thighs. She didn’t have any idea what she was doing to him right now, his mouth nearly watering when her thighs jiggle a bit.

“You’re right, it’s not as hard as my job,” Harry replies, studying his wife’s face when she looks up in surprise - that he was really going to take the fight that far.

“Wow, you re-”

“It’s not as hard as my job, it’s harder,” Harry murmurs, reaching out to pull his wife to stand between his legs, her looking down at him with her hands on his shoulders. “

What I’m doin’ is nothin’ compared to your job. Y’raising our little baby, shaping her into a good person, spending every moment of y’day with her, giving up a lot of who you are for her. That’s more difficult than what I do any day.”

“Har-”

“M’sorry, lovie. Y’know I think you’re the most amazing mum and wife. You do everything for the baba and I. I shouldn’t have taken my anger from my week out on you yesterday and then said the things that I did,” Harry apologizes, his face sincere and open as he leans forward to nuzzle at his wife’s stomach.

When her hands come to run through his unruly locks, he knows he’s forgiven, “I appreciate how hard you work too. I really do, H. You’re the best husband and daddy to Ivy we could ask for. I’m sorry I took my frustration out on you as well.”

“Do you ever feel like I put work before you or Ivy?” Harry asks softly against her thin tank top, his hands come to massage at her full hips. There was a hint of insecurity in his tone that made Y/N’s heart sink a bit.

“No, I really don’t. I was just...I was just upset and I knew that would upset you. I’m sorry, baby,” Y/N murmurs softly, leaning down to kiss at the top of his head.

“Y’going to let me show you how sorry I am, how good of a wife and mum you are?” Harry drawls, his hands going to tug up the fabric of her top and humming appreciatively when she lifts her arms to let him do so.

“Yeah, remind why I married your crabby ass,” Y/N teases playfully, reaching behind herself to let her bra fall down to the crooks of her elbows before tossing it to the floor with everything else. As she’s doing that, Harry takes it upon himself to shimmy off her panties.

“Y’sayin’ you just married me ‘cause I fuck you good?” Harry grunts, standing up suddenly and pulling her up into his arms until her legs are wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck.

“Mmm, mostly. Also for your bank account was pretty good-looking too,” She lies blatantly but he still rewards her with a bruising kiss to her lips as he backs her against the wall so he can use one hand to tug down his running shorts.

“I’d still have married you, best decision I’ve ever made,” Harry says, sobering up from their playfulness. He slows down to be careful as he slides up into her warm heat, her head falling back with a thud against the wall.

“Harry,” She moans approvingly, heels of her feet digging into his backside to goad him into moving faster, “Right there.”

“So bloody in love with you. Please tell me y’know that baby, c’mon, tell me,” Harry begs, leaning down to smear kisses against her collarbone.

“I know, H. You’re so good to me, I love you,” Y/N whines and Harry knows that whine like the back of his hand, she needs more. He reaches down to rub tight, rough circles against her swollen bud until she’s tensing and coming.

“You feel so good, every single time. Don’t know how you do it, s’like you were made just for me,” Harry chokes out, stuttering and coming with his lips suckling a deep spot onto her breast as he rides it out.

After they redress and are cuddled on the bed, murmuring sweet little apologizes and affirmations of love, they interrupted by an angry squeak from the baby monitor - signaling their daughter’s woken up.

“Ballerina!”

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ღ todoroki touya

╰┈➤ ɴʏᴄᴛᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ

001 | 002

hc#01

"being betrothed to you is not so bad and i thought you felt the same but then why did you leave me behind?”

𝗗𝗖

ღ bartholomew “bart” allen ii

╰┈➤ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

“it’s only a tuesday...”

ღ damian wayne

╰┈➤ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɢɪʀʟ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

(on hold)

adventure of wonder woman’s daughter growing with robin.

╰┈➤ ʙᴀꜱᴏʀᴇxɪᴀ

(on hold)

instances whereby wondergirl and robin indulges in some kisses.

╰┈➤ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ

request

injustice au: wondergirl meets robin from another world.

╰┈➤ ʙᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ

batman thinks robin needs a partner to complement him.

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏ ɪꜱᴛ ᴇꜱ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀ

tw: suicide

twin au: there are some secrets which even twins don’t share.

╰┈➤ ᴍɪɴɪ ᴛʀɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ

harry potter au: headcanon of robin, superboy and wondergirl in hogwarts.

ღ harold “hal” jordan

╰┈➤ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ

dad au: green lantern has a little girl who is rather attached to him.

╰┈➤ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

tw: charcater death

“you have responsibilities which take you away from me but when i need you most, where are you?”

ღ jason peter todd

╰┈➤ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʀᴇɴ

“you’re pretty cool too not as cool as me, even after the lazarus pit situation.”

╰┈➤ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ

meeting barry’s daughter and the evolving relationship between said speedster and the red hood.

╰┈➤ ᴘɪɴᴋ

“i’m the bad guy but you’re convincing me to join you and your family on the good side though it can be argued if your methods are all that good.”

ღ richard “dick” john grayson

╰┈➤ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɢɪʀʟ

“superman physically gave mea home but you made me understand what home means.”

ღ timothy jackson drake

╰┈➤ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ

dc x marvel au: “our parents may be rival but i think we can work something beyond that.”

╰┈➤ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɢɪʀʟ

“your team hates me but why are you so nice to me?”

╰┈➤ ʜᴇᴅᴇʀᴀ

“i am born from poison ivy so of course i will be evil.”

ღ wallace “wally” rudolph west

╰┈➤ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀɴᴛᴇʀɴ

“green lantern is my dad and your mentor is flash... so, how are we going about this?”

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇꜱꜱ

you’re a man of science and i’m a woman of magic but we make it work.

╰┈➤ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ

zombie au: “let me hold you for awhile.”

𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗞𝗬𝗨𝗨

ღ akaashi keiji

╰┈➤ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

you try to show your support to the Fukurodani Volleyball Club. However, you find the present to be imperfect so your tries boyfriend to help you.

ღ bokuto koutaro

╰┈➤ ᴍʏ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ

bokuto gets dejected easily but with a few words and affection from you, he will be back to being your sunshine once again.

ღ iwaizumi hajime

╰┈➤ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ

010 | 011 | 012

“you’re my older brother’s best friend and i had never felt anything towards you until puberty hits and wow.”

╰┈➤ ᴀ ʟɪʟ’ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇʀʀʏ ꜰʟᴀᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

005 | 006 | 007 (on hold...)

“chaos ensued after we adopted two little babies.”

ღ kawanishi taichi

╰┈➤ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴀ

tw: bullying

a person that you used to hate can still be a person that you hate yet at the same time the person you fall for.

ღ kozume kenma

╰┈➤ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ

walking to school with your boyfriend in the winter can provide so much bliss.

ღ kuroo tetsurou

╰┈➤ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ

snuggling with the Nekoma Captain is much needed after a long, tiring week.

ღ miya atsumu

╰┈➤ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ꜱᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

smau

profiles | 001

“you’re my little brother’s competition in the court but you’re cute, just not cute enough to be called my fav setter.”

ღ nishinoya yuu

╰┈➤ ɪɴ ꜱɪᴄᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

nishinoya does not care if you are sick or healthy to show you his love for you.

ღ oikawa tooru

╰┈➤ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

you wonder where you stand in his life when his attention is divided into so many things.

╰┈➤ ꜱᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ

there are ways to help your boyfriend in a sport he loves and in doing so, you’re showing him how much you are supporting his passion.

ღ sawamura daichi

╰┈➤ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱɴᴇʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

daichi decides to join you in doing the chores, or more like the Disney karaoke you’re having.

ღ semi eita

╰┈➤ ᴀɢᴏɢ

supporting Semi at his Volleyball match

ღ shirabu kenjirou

╰┈➤ ᴇʀꜱᴛᴡʜɪʟᴇ

bumping into each other at a grocery store.

ღ sugawara koushi

╰┈➤ ʀᴀɪɴʏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ

karaoke session with your boyfriend because you are stuck at home watching movies.

ღ tendou satori

╰┈➤ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ

valentine’s Day was supposed to be a romantic day but your date has other plans, literally.

ღ tsukkishima kei

╰┈➤ ᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

you can show your love for him in numerous ways and so can he.

ღ general

╰┈➤ ꜱᴇɪᴊᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴍᴘꜱ

brofest submission

why aoba johsai should never be invited to training camps.

𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡

ღ getou suguru

ღ kamo noritoshi

𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗡𝗢 𝗬𝗔𝗜𝗕𝗔

ღ rengoku kyoujuro

╰┈➤ ꜱᴀᴏʀꜱᴀ

(coming soon)

modern demon pet au: “your brother knocked on my door and hey, you don’t have to beg me for forgiveness, please come in, it’s storming outside and suddenly your one night stay becomes forever.”

ღ shinazugawa sanemi

╰┈➤ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ ɢᴀʟᴇ

001 | 002 (on hold...)

modern high school au: “we’re forced into doing a school project but you’ve been unapproachable so maybe i stalked you so stop pissing me off when it’s your fault to begin with.”

╰┈➤ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀʏ

profiles #1 | profiles # 2 | 001 | 002 | 003 (coming soon)

social media au & college au: “you’re my annoying neighbour but your roommates somehow convinces us to room his girlfriends and now i’m seeing you more than i want to.”

╰┈➤“ɴᴏʙʟᴇ” ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ

(coming soon on 26/8/22)

“you may be the wind pillar but i’m the thunder pillar and will kick your sorry ass so you can get me food after that and i’ll call it a date so i can see your cute blush again.”

╰┈➤ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

(coming soon on 31/8/22)

reincarnation au: “why the hell are you being so pissy just because i can’t remember your beautiful shitty face and what do you mean i broke my promise.”

╰┈➤ ᴛᴀɴɢᴇɴᴛ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ

(coming soon)

kimetsu academy au: “i’m the new literature teacher and you’re the feared math teacher and i felt compelled to speak to you so my homeroom students stop fearing for their lives.”

╰┈➤ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ

(coming soon)

modern demon pet au: “i’ve adopted and spoiled your brother so much that when he told me about you, i found you in that fighting ring but you not wanting to leave is starting to piss me off.”

ღ general

𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗘𝗖𝗘

ღ eustass kidd

ღ portgas d ace

𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗞𝗜 𝗡𝗢 𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗝𝗜𝗡

ღ eren jaeger

╰┈➤ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ

001 | 002 | 003

"you have given me hope and a reason to live and i’m so thankful. if the world is against you, i am against the world.”

╰┈➤ ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀxɪᴀ

modern au: “a cute dancing partner makes dancing a whole lot enjoyable”

╰┈➤ ꜰʀᴏɴᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ

“i hope we can spend all our time relaxing under the tree together.”

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦

ღ akabane karma; ansatsu kyoushitsu

╰┈➤ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀɴ

reincarnation au: what is the point of soulmates if you’re not meant to love each other in every universe.

ღ akashi seijurou

╰┈➤ ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ

prologue

"i think you should take a bachelor’s party to vegas and it’s totally not because my best friend - and one of your best man - wants to and can’t afford it.”

╰┈➤ ᴇᴛɪᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ

"heavy is the shoulder that carries the akashi name but i hope my presence will help you.”

ღ kirishima ayato; tokyo ghoul

╰┈➤ ꜱᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴜᴍ

power does not mean the means to protect.

ღ lim jaebeom; got7

╰┈➤ believe

001 | 002 | 003 | 004 | 005 | 006

"i like you and you like me but we’re both in the industry where everything is blown out of proportion”

ღ yato; noragami

╰┈➤ ɪᴍᴍᴜᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

what is a god of war if they can’t protect their loved one?

▬ 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙

#mobile masterlist

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badassbabeparker · 3 years ago

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The special ornament [T.H]

A/n: Another blurb??? Merry Christmas! I couldn't resist writing my favourite AU (dad!Tom) for Christmas.

Pairing: Dad!Tom x reader

WC: 700

Warnings: pregnancy

Your favourite part about Christmas has always been decorating the tree. Ever since you were a child and you and your family spent a whole day decorating and listening to Christmas music. It became a tradition you treasured even when you started your own family.

“Mumma! Can I put da star on da twee?”

You smiled at your 3 year old daughter as she waddled towards you, her eyes sparkling much like the tree you held in your hand. It had always been your job to put the star on the tree when you were younger but now you passed the tradition down to your daughter.

“Of course angel but after we’re finished okay?”

Ivy nodded and smiled, giggling as her dad came skidding into the room in his Christmas socks. Tom crashed gracefully into the couch and laughed as his daughter jumped on him.

“Hi darling! How’s the decorating going?” Tom asked as he picked her up and lifted her high in the air to make her giggle. He always swore her giggle was just as cute as yours.

“Good!” Ivy spoke happily, babbling about something to do with Christmas. You giggled and smiled at the picture in front of you before picking up some more ornaments for the tree.

Tom’s arms soon wrapped around your waist, his lips delicately tracing your shoulder as he admired the tree.

“It looks beautiful just like you.” He smirked and stole a kiss as you turned your face towards him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere Mr Holland.” You turned fully to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck. A large smile lit up your face as he stared at you lovingly, giving you his famous puppy dog eyes.

“But you are not getting a present early.”

Tom groaned and pouted, pulling away from you like a child. You only laughed at his response and gave him an ornament to hang on the tree. It was a special one that Ivy had made at pre-school and it had a special place at the front of the tree.

Tom’s pout turned into a proud smile as he hung up the decoration, looking back at his daughter who was dancing with Tessa to a christmas song. His heart swelled with love, making him melt inside as he thought about how lucky he was.

In a few weeks it would be Christmas and Tom would dress up as Santa once more to surprise Ivy, giving her a present as his parents and brothers came around. He knew Harry and Sam would probably take the piss out of him but he knew it was all in love and he would annoy them just as much by making fun of their matching Christmas jumpers that their Mum made them wear every year.

The sparkle in Ivy’s honey brown eyes on Christmas morning as she woke up to see presents and her cookies gone was all worth it. This year Tom was even planning to take her to one of the shelters the Brothers Trust helped with and volunteer with the family, cheering everyone up with her cuteness as she spread Christmas cheer.

“Star now?” Ivy looked up at you with the same puppy dog look that Tom gave you and you smiled, picking her up.

“Just one more decoration angel.” You picked up the final, most important ornament. Tom looked at you and furrowed his brow, having never seen this particular one before. He watched as you hung it up and smiled, hoping for Tom to get the idea.

Tom read the writing that decorated the red ornament; Baby Holland’s first Christmas. His messy eyebrow quirked upwards as he looked at you with a smile.

“But darling, it’s not Ivy’s first Christmas.” Tom shook his head, trying to read your expression as you smiled at him. Ivy reached out to play with Tom’s curls, not understanding what was going on.

“It’s not for Ivy, you donut.” You nudged your husband and smirked, biting your lip.

Suddenly it all clicked in Tom’s mind; the recent bout of ‘flu’ you had been having, the refusal of wine at dinners, the sudden craving for hot sauce. It was exactly what had happened when you had been pregnant with Ivy.

“OH MY GOD.” Tom gasped and quickly wrapped his arms around you, squeezing gently. Ivy was startled by the sudden hug but quickly joined in and smiled, not knowing that in 6 months she would have a baby brother or sister.

The only thing Ivy wanted was to put the star on the tree and as Tom finally lifted her onto his shoulders, she got her wish. The tree sparling and shining just like all of your smiles.

taglist

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#tom holland x reader #katiesblurbs #katies blurbs #tom baker #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #christmas #my writing

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lollypopsx · 3 years ago

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Trope Request’s Masterlist

Updated: 18.02.2022

Requests open!

Please send over your drabble/blurb requests by ask or message! I’m grateful to you all. Be safe and be kind x

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* Main Masterlist *

* Lollypopsx Dialogue Game Blurbs *

Boyfriend!Harry

A Trip To The Fair

-The one where date night at the fair makes you happy -

Pet Parents

- The one where you go to get milk and come home with a puppy -

Scared in a Storm - (Harry x deaf!reader)

- The one where you’re deaf and Harry accidentally scares you when he comes home -

So tell me the best feeling, something deep?

- The one where Harry is being cheeky in an interview -

Wine Stained Tears and Mean Fans

- The one where you get hurt by angry fans, and Harry gets protective -

Even When The Night Changes

- The one where Harry takes you Ice Skating for a date, and disaster strikes -

Showerhead Highs *smut

- The one where you’re too uncomfortable during your pregnancy to enjoy sex, so Harry helps in other ways -

Helpful Harry

- The one where Harry tried to make you feel better, but he makes you cry instead -

Second Date Disaster

- The one where an allergic reaction jeopardises your second date with Harry -

Nightmare Comforts

- The one where Harry has to wake you from another vivid nightmare -

Boy or Girl? -HSLOT San Diego

- The one where you and Harry reveal your baby’s gender to the band -

Can I Hold You?

- The one where you’re in a new relationship with Harry and get scared he might hit you -

Dazed by Banter

- The one where yours and Harry’s banter is rife through his Dazed photoshoot -

I wasn’t drunk, I’m Pregnant - Part 2

- The one where you’re still yet to tell Harry you’re pregnant, but he accuses you of relapsing with alcohol -

Tonight, I’m in charge -Smut

- The one where Harry’s being a sub and you’re overworking him -

Not Over You - Ex’s to lovers

- The one where Harry talks about his heartbreak over your relationship in an interview -

Harry Looks After You When You’re Drunk

- The one where Harry has to get you ready for bed while you’re drunk -

Sick Harry

- The one where you look after a sick Harry -

It’s Okay Not To Be Okay

- The one where you’re not feeling Christmassy, and you’re not feeling happy, but Harry is there to help -

Brother!Harry x Y/N

-You’re the sister to Harry styles, but living with Social Anxiety and OCD with a famous brother is a rollercoaster!-

Too Many Bad Things

- The one where you’re trying to get ready for an event, but everything is going wrong, but Harry is there to comfort you -

I Just Want To Be Normal

- The one where a business lunch takes a downhill spiral and Harry takes you home early -

Christmas Day

- The one where everyone is feeling festive, after having the worst Christmas ever last year, but everything goes according to plan this year -

Dad!Harry

-A variety of moments with Dad!Harry-

Bug, I will always look after you (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where your teenage daughter is unwell and you’re away, leaving Harry to handle it -

But Daddy, I love him - Part 2 -Angst (Harry Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where your daughters secrets slip out, arguments get heated and mean words get thrown around. But can it be fixed? -

Playing Favourites (Harry x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where Ivy and Isla participate in their dance show, and Ivy feels that she hasn’t danced to perfection -

Public Period (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Ivy has an issue in white jeans,band Harry saves the day -

The Ivy Who Stole Harry’s Heart (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry falls even more in love with his daughter -

Reoccurring Nightmares (Harry x Ivy x Tommy) -Angsty

- The one where Ivy needs help -

You Can’t Buy Kindness (Harry x Ivy x YN)

- The one where you’re thankful at the little girl you are raising -

Please Don’t Get Divorced (Harry x Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where tensions rise between you and Harry, and the girls get scared -

Ivy’s First Car Accident (Harry x Y/N x Ivy)

- The one where you’re fearing the unimaginable-

No Point Crying Over Spilt Juice

- The one where Harry has a bad day, and accidentally takes it out in the kids -

Runaway Notes (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry needs to do some late night driving to find a runaway Ivy -

Embarrassing Ivy (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry loves to embarrass Ivy in front of her friends -

Swing-ball Summer (Harry x Ivy)

- The one where Harry regrets teaching Ivy how to use a racquet -

This Is What Christmas Is All About (Harry x Y/N x Ivy x Isla)

- The one where after school outings and Christmassy treats make you happy -

Single Dad!Harry x Charleigh

-Harry becomes a single parent at age 17 to his baby, Charleigh Reign Anne Styles-

I’m sick of you

- The one where Harry and teenage Charleigh are struggling with tour life -

-Sneaking Around - ft Niall Horan

-The one where Charleigh get’s caught sneaking out -

-Moral Of The Story

- The one where Niall helps Charleigh to write a song about her Mum, and her and Harry are reunited once more -

Flowers and Crowds

- The one where Charleigh struggles in a crowd of her Dad’s fans -

Festive Food Shops With A Four Year Old

- The one where Charleigh runs off in the supermarket car park during the Christmas rush -

- Pre-Christmas Festivities

- The one where Harry, Charleigh, Niall, Louis, Liam and some friends have an early Christmas celebration -

The Story Of Our Life - In Quarantine

- The one where Charleigh surprises her Dad with a sentimental gift during a tough quarantine -

Christmas Cheer and Cheesy Jokes

- The one where Harry embarrasses Charleigh during a radio show -

Tours, Tears & Tantrums

- The one where Charleigh gets upset backstage for having to share Harry with the fans -

Healthnut Harry

- The one where Harry bans junk food -

Fear of Flying

- The one where plans change quickly and Charleigh has an anxiety attack -

In Coney Island, Wondering ‘Where Did My Baby Go’

- The one where Harry loses Charleigh in Coney Island -

I’ll Always Catch You If You Faint

- The one where Charleigh is overwhelmed and faints in front of fans -

Slipping Through My Fingers/Charleigh’s 18th

- The one where Harry realises Charleigh is growing up as she reaches her 18th birthday during Love On Tour -

Pap Issues/I’m Eight, I don’t Need To Hold Your Hand

- The one where Charleigh thinks she’s too old to hold Harry’s hand, until the paps show their faces -

Charleigh Walks In On Harry

- The one where Charleigh comes home earlier than expected -

Charleigh’s First Period ft. Y/N

- The one where Y/N saves the day -

It’s Negative

- The one where Charleigh takes a pregnancy test, and Harry is there to support her -

Sick Charleigh

- The one where Charleigh is sick during Love On Tour, and she is Harry’s priority -

Grumpy Teens and Screens

- The one where a grumpy Charleigh gets her phone taken away -

London House Tour

- The one where you can see their house -

Nappies and Cookies

- The one where toddler Charleigh escapes from the nappy change, and there is only one way to bribe her back -

Mood Swings

- The one where Charleigh’s period gets the better of her -

Drunk Charleigh 1

- The one where Charleigh gets drunk after her first night clubbing, and Harry is on hand to help with the aftermath -

Kisses and Plasters

- The one where Charleigh playing with her uncles ends in tears -

Bruises and Handprints

- The one where some of Harry’s fans get a bit rough with Charleigh -

Awful Brit Interview

- The one where Charleigh gets overwhelmed by a rude interview -

Get Well Soon My Little Cherry

- The one where Charleigh is in a cast and Harry is by her side -

More Period Dramas

- The one where Harry has had a bad day and takes it out on Charleigh -

Text Conversations 1 - When Charleigh Finds Out About Love On Tour Dates 2022

Text Conversations 2 - When Charleigh Does A Lyric Prank On Harry

Text Conversations 3 - When Harry Does A Revenge Lyric Prank That Goes Wrong!

Instagram Concept 1 - Moments In Time

HSLOT - Dad!Harry x Y/N x Ivy

-How life during Love on Tour treats the three of you as a family while touring with Harry-

Terrible Two Tantrum

Visiting Vegas

Shits & Giggles At Bathtime

Thanksgiving and Appreciation

Cupcake Secrecy

Poorly Ivy

Gang!Harry

Rosie, Lucie, Teeny & Tiny

As Useless As The Rest -Angst

Period Problems

You’ll Always Be My Favourite ‘What If’ -Angst

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butterflydaydreams · 3 years ago

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six of one (part one)

a/n: hi! i have not written in a long time, but really wanted to play on this idea of a romcom fic where harry and character are continuously meeting after crappy situations, having instant attraction to one another but then struggling to actually act on their feelings. lowkey slow burn, but the feels are straight off the bat x

Word Count: 3500+

part one of many!!

“We need an EpiPen, now.”

“I’ll get the doctor! Or should I call an ambulance?”

Lorelei’s eyes went so wide that she was sure she’d need someone to indeed call an ambulance, so that she could go into theatre and have someone reattach them to her head. People were everywhere. Flustered men in their finest suits tsked and frowned, women in a sea of chiffon, linen, silk, were running to tables to get phones. In the distance, a hyperventilating bride sitting at her dinner table was breathing audibly enough that Lorelei was snapped back into action.

This is not my fault, this is not my fault, this is not my fault, this is kind of my fault, I am going to find that waiter and cut his fucking co-

“Lori! Is he dying?! Oh my goodness, I can’t believe this is happening.” Amy threw her face into her hands and Lorelei immediately grabbed hold of them, partly in reassurance and partly to stop the bride from ruining her makeup – there was still the twilight shoot. A small pang in her stomach reminded her that now was definitely not the time to be thinking about the schedule of this reception – a man, more importantly Amy’s father, was having an anaphylactic attack from his main course. Lorelei had never had a fuck up quite this big, in her entire wedding planning repertoire. This one takes the cake. Fuck, the cake. She needed to get into the kitchen somehow and make sure it was still okay. Okay, back on to more important matters.

“It’s okay! I’ve got this, okay? Calm down, please just,” Lorelei’s eyes shot down to the table where a microphone was laid to rest after the speeches had been said and done. Grabbing the mic and making sure it was turned on, Lorelei tapped the top of it twice. The feedback in the speakers was enough to make everyone on the terrace freeze and turn to see where the horrid noise was coming from.

In another reality, Lorelei may have laughed. Like proper fall to the floor, wrap her hands around her stomach, cry from laughing. The looks on all these people’s faces! People who were so rich they probably shat out hundred-dollar bills, all pride and poise gone as they frantically worked their way through a very minor nut allergy. No offense to Amy’s dad, but it’s not like he’d dropped to the floor. He had a swollen tongue. It was still a fuck up, but the way everyone was carrying on had a part of Lorelei snickering. Now is not the time to laugh, you fuck up. Lorelei cleared her throat into the mic, eyebrows raised in concern with a tiny reassuring smile on her lips. In another other reality, Lorelei would not speak into the microphone at all, and instead admire the beautiful event she had created. The Mediterranean inspired terrace of the Maybourne Beverly Hills Hotel was picture perfect. Beautiful, old wooden tables spruced up with centrepieces of ivy and yellow candles. The outer rims; a row of palm trees on either side with warm lights shooting from the soil up into their leaves. The stone tiles, only one area of the 5,000 square metre terrace covered by a makeshift dance floor. If Amy’s old man hadn’t of swallowed a fucking almond flake, this would have been Lorelei’s favourite wedding she’d organised ever.

“Hi everyone, um, I’m Lorelei.” She was met with silence and a still stunned crowd. “Sorry, I, um, am the wedding planner,” her stomach twisted with fear as she noticed A few expressions change and she quickened her pace. “The hotel has a doctor; they are already on their way! I am so sorry for this inconvenience, fingers crossed doc works fast and everyone can party the rest of the night away.” Lorelei internally cringed as only a number of people gave small smiles of relief, majority of the crowd just looking more horrified than before. As if on cue, a doctor walked out on to the terrace – Lorelei had been expecting scrubs, but the V-neck sweater and chinos did just fine – and went straight to Amy’s father, who was sat at the table fanning his face and holding his throat.

Ten minutes. Ten fricking minutes. The doctor was in and out in a flash, having heard the backstory, learning the severity of the man’s – his name was Marcus, Lorelei then remembered – allergy, and deeming him to be fine. Having read the room, doc gave Marcus a few antihistamines to make sure everyone would know that crisis had been averted and they could party on.

“Oh, Lori!” Amy came up behind her, grabbing at her waist as if she could finally catch her breath. Lorelei stepped forward to rest a hand on Amy’s arm, but she was surprised as the bride stepped back. “No.” Her voice was dark, and Lori swallowed hard. “You go to the kitchen, now. Find out how this happened.”

“It would have been a catering mistake, Amy. I am so…” the look on Amy’s face cut Lori short. “Okay, I’ll go check it out and let you know.” She turned in her heels to begin her mission.

“You can inform me via email, thanks.” Lori stopped in her tracks in surprise and turned to face Amy.

“We haven’t done the cake yet…or the send-off…I’m not finished,” she trailed on like an idiot as Amy rolled her eyes, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Yeah. We’ll manage without you, thanks. Your cheque should come through on Monday.”

“A glass of sauvignon blanc please,” Lori sat down with a heavy sigh at the bar, resting her chin on her hands. “A very large glass.” She said before the bartender could even ask.

How, after months and months of sleepless nights, no weekends, countless wake up calls calming Amy down with her wedding jitters, a million cake tastings, and so many demands and requests had she screwed up this bad? Over the mistake of one of the waiters, who had handed the non-nut free plate to the man who was (minorly) allergic to nuts, and the nut-free late to his partner next to him. Lorelei should have been more on to it. She knew what Amy was like. It was a wonder Lori even stayed this long to help her, all the nit-picking and endless indecisiveness. All for nothing. All because of that mistake in which she could not control – her next wedding she would just have to serve the tables herself as well – and now she was at the rooftop pool bar, not in celebration but in commemoration of her so far perfect career. At least the Maybourne boasted a great view of Beverly Hills from this rooftop. She could see the Pacific Ocean from here. Honestly much more beautiful than the canon garden scenery that the terrace several floors down bestowed.

“Are you gonna have a drink love or will you just keep ruining the thing I’ve got going on over here?” A deep, husky voice spoke up next to Lorelei. It’s drawl, slow but soothing, pierced her right in the stomach, a pang so strong it knocked her out of her own thoughts.

“Your wine, miss.” The bartender pushed a glass slowly in front of Lori and she sat up, thanking him. He seemed sheepish, perhaps embarrassed by either the rude prick next to Lorelei or by her and her demeanour. Sitting up, Lori turned in her seat to snap back at whoever had the guts to test her tonight and was stunned for two seconds in silence. Harry Styles. Harry fucking Styles. One of the world’s most famous musicians, as well as being one incredibly handsome man, was just casually across from Lorilei.

He sat, no lounged, in his chair, one long arm draped across the barstools between them, another resting lazily on the bar with his amazingly long fingers wrapped around what looked to be a vodka, lime and soda. A white linen shirt (blouse?) barely covered him, the buttons starting just low enough that parts of a butterfly tattoo peaked out. His pants – black bootleg trousers with white polka dots – almost had Lorelei in a trance. His hair, long enough to look a little messy, flopped over to one side as he ran a ring-clad hand through it.

“Well.” His accent hits a spot in Lorelei that makes her feel uneasy. Unless that feeling was already there from tonight’s shitshow. But the way his voice sounded raw, a little raspy even, yet so deep and decadent, had Lori facing him looking like – well, probably like the crowd she wanted to laugh so hard at mere hours ago. “What’s the story?” He nodded slightly towards the wine, and the way she was seated, hunched over the bar with her chin on her palm.

Had none of the events tonight happened, Lorelei definitely would have laughed and pinched herself. No way was she sitting at a rooftop bar by herself – apparently, not anymore - at 11 o’clock at night, drinking away her sorrows next to Harry fucking Styles. But alas, tonight had happened, and here she was drinking next to Harry fucking Styles. Who was waiting for an answer.

“I am suspect for attempted manslaughter.” Lorelei answered shortly, bringing the glass to her lips as she watched the way the man in front of her took this information in. He frowned a little, a tiny wrinkle between his brows forming and his lips pursing. He was absolutely, breath-takingly gorgeous. Lori was not a huge fan, she liked most of his songs when they came up on her Spotify playlists, but she wasn’t drooling over his Instagram every night. She didn’t even follow him. But that didn’t change the fact that the little crease on his forehead, the slight stubble freckled across his face, accentuating his jawbone, and his intense green eyes focused on her face, reading her, trying to gauge her vibe, made her insides twist.

“There’s worse ways to look after trying to kill someone,” his eyes do a not so subtle once over Lorelei, making her sit up a little bit straighter in her chair. “Unsuccessful then?” He took a long sip from his tumbler, the rings cladding his fingers catching the warm, dim lights that hung from several big rattan shades above. A small part of Lorilei’s brain wondered how they would feel against her skin. Her cheeks went bright red just thinking about it, a slow but distinct burn rising in her stomach.

“Fortunately,” Lori took a long sip of wine, letting the cold and crisp alcohol drip down the back of her throat. “A nut allergy,” she explained, tracing one finger around the bottom rim of the glass. “Nothing serious, just an inflamed tongue, but my career’s down the drain now.”

“Your career as a hitman?” One dark eyebrow shot up, the hint of a smirk playing on his surprisingly pink lips. Just another moment to add to the catalogue of how in the fuck was tonight actually happening. Lori was convinced she had either slept through her alarm this morning and was dreaming the whole thing, or Amy had attacked her so viciously she was now just having an outer body experience. Either way, she was not complaining. The little fire in her belly was small but palpable, and if everything tonight had to happen the way it did but there was the slightest chance that a gorgeous young man, who happened to be ridiculously well-known and liked, wanted to have a conversation with her, then it wasn’t too bad of a night after-all.

Still trying to sus out what the vibe of their conversation was, Lori sat up straighter, no longer hunching over the bar but instead casually sitting back almost just as Harry was. She held the wine glass up halfway to her mouth.

“Wedding planner.” She gave a curt smile before taking a sip, preparing for him to either physically or internally cringe and end the conversation. Of course, Lori loved her job, but bringing it up and the conversations that followed were never her favourite. The idea that she must just love love, believe in happily ever after, and can’t wait to snatch a little husband of her own. No. Lori loved event planning, she believed in taking people’s visions and turning it into a breath-takingly gorgeous reality, and she was just way too busy to even entertain the idea of dating let alone getting married. She wasn’t the type to think that true love was impossible, but it definitely wasn’t on the forefront of her brain either. She was too caught up in other couple’s love and bringing it to life in the form of beautifully decorated tables, locally sourced décor, and the occasional handmade neon light that usually said something along the lines of drunk in love.

“Huh,” Harry’s eyes shot up in sincere surprise and intrigue. “Never met a wedding planner before,” he tilted his glass to Lori slightly, as if toasting her for being the first. “So, what lead you to that path, hey?” He raised his hand up to the bartender, in a gesture that informed the man he would like another drink. “Your own wedding just make you realise you wanted to help everyone else have their perfect day?” His eyes were narrowed and still genuinely curious, but the small curve of his mouth helped the fire within Lori grow deeper. Was he flirting with her? That felt like flirting. Like he was trying to fish out her status. Fish away, you gorgeous man.

“No, nothing like that.” Lori smiled back at Harry; a playful smile that let him know she was flirting too. Well, at least she hoped that’s how it looked. For all she knows she could look like a crazy lady right now. “I think that day’s a long time coming,” she finished her wine with one long sip, keeping eye contact with Harry the whole time. She wasn’t sure what had happened in the past two hours, but apparently her two glasses of champagne from the wedding and the one large glass of sauvignon blanc had made her bold. She kind of liked it. Harry Styles didn’t need to know that she was a lowkey mess. Just another average twenty something year old with a messy apartment, overdue bills, and a pretty shit skincare routine. Tonight, she could just be this mysteriously brave and alluring woman, a woman who he didn’t need to know too much about, but with enough information to always keep him wanting to find out more. A woman who intrigued him enough that he could spend all night talking to her. Or, perhaps, other things too. Tonight, Lori decided to be that woman. “I just like to be in control.” She gestured to the bartender for another wine.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed quietly, before suddenly reaching out and wrapping his hand underneath Lorei’s armrest. In one swift movement he pulled her chair closer to his, and at the same time instantly made Lori’s breath catch in her throat. Their knees bumped together and just the feeling alone of his black and white polka dot pants brushing over her skin was enough to just send her. “I think we’ll get on just fine, then.” His smirk turned into a full-blown grin, it was shit eating and cheeky and boyish and absolutely divine. It was a grin that Lori could stare at for days.

“What’s your story then?” Lorelei asked, taking a sip from her new wine.

“Just wanted to escape it all for a second, love.” He lazily waved his hand in the air, as if everything around him was bothering him slightly. “Sometimes it’s nice just having a drink on my own. Quiet, y’know?” His voice was like a rich chocolate fountain, just pouring down at the right speed. Rich and fucking delicious. “You,” his dark green eyes fleeted down to Lorelei’s shoulder, he reached a hand out, softly touching a lock of Lori’s naturally deep, red waves, “have beautiful hair.” He curled a lock around his finger gently, before dropping his hand back down to his knee. It shouldn’t be possible to have known someone for thirty minutes but to want to absolutely crumble to the knees from such a small and simple touch. Lori’s skin must have been reflective of her hair, she felt hot. Every last nerve of her body was awake, tensed and ready for any other surprise movements from the young man right beside her.

Lori had a few rules when it was time for wedding day. Don’t sleep with anyone from the wedding. That just made things incredibly messy and unprofessional, no matter how much she loved the attention she tended to get from all the solo and slightly desperate men (and sometimes women) who attended the weddings. There were way too many complicated facets as to why Lori could never ever sleep with someone from a wedding.

Tonight, however, Lori was in luck. Harry Styles was not a guest for the wedding. Harry Styles was not messy and unprofessional. Harry Styles was not complicated.

Harry Styles was getting a phone call right now.

The sudden sound made them both jump, quickly cutting right through the thick air that had surrounded the two of them mere seconds ago. Harry reached down into his pant pocket and pulled out his phone, groaning as he looked at whoever was calling him.

“I’m busy,” he answered the phone. He was smiling, so Lori hoped whoever was on the other end knew he wasn’t trying to sound like an arrogant prick right now. He stuck a hand through his dark hair, helping it to maintain its naturally slicked back look. “Hmm,” he hummed through the phone, his brows coming together slightly in the same frown that had faced Lori when she’d first turned around and started talking to him. “You have ruined my night and I’ll never forgive you,” he knocked back his drink, breaking out into his big boyish grin again as whoever was on the other end said something that made him chuckle. The soft laughter reached over and ripped right through Lori’s body, making her shiver slightly as if a cold had just come over her. Maybe it was good he got this phone call. She couldn’t actually trust herself having been affected by this man so easily. Where was her resolve? She needed to get a grip.

“Yeah okay, see you in ten.” Harry hung up the phone before placing it back into his pocket, standing up from his seat. He practically towered over Lori, it was just another great feeling to add to the list of great feelings he had given her in such a short period of time. “I’ve been caught,” he smiled softly, looking down at Lorelei with warmth in his green eyes.

“That’s a shame,” Lori fake pouted her lips, “I was just about to tell you how I actually killed the man.” She shook her head in mock sadness, giving a small shrug as if she was helpless. The grin returned to Harry’s lips, but his eyes weren’t so gentle anymore.

“I think there’s a lot that I’m going to be walking away from tonight,” his words wrapped around Lori’s head, heart, and core and jabbed her as hard as they could. She felt physically breathless. He was flirting with her. But he was leaving. This really fit the night that Lori was having just swimmingly. “Harry, by the way,” he still barred a beautiful, bright smile as he stuck his hand out in between them.

“Lorelei,” taking his hand, Lori shook it gently and tried not to feel immensely disappointed that she would never know how those soft hands, with their callous on the fingertips, would feel against other parts of her skin. Another loud buzz came from Harry’s phone, surprising the two again and causing Harry to drop Lori’s hand quickly.

“I wish I could fire you,” he spoke quickly but lightly into the phone. Again, Lori really hoped that whoever was on the other side knew he was having a laugh. With that, he hung up the phone and reached a hand out, curling his finger around a lock of Lori’s red hair again. “Lorelei,” he said softly, letting the curl fall loosely back against her arm. Then he was walking away.

Lori was left stunned in her seat, barely able to move from the position she was in where she had sat facing Harry. She blinked hard. She blinked again. He just…left? He didn’t want her number, her Instagram? Something? A fucking business card? No, of course not. He was Harry Styles. He probably had someone waiting for his call right now to meet him wherever he was going. He didn’t need to get the numbers of random girls at random bars. He could toy with them all he wanted, and then he could just leave. Lori was surprised at how annoyed she felt. Fuck, she wanted to be bold and tempting for that guy? She really did need to get a grip.

She sculled the rest of her wine, bouncing between thoughts of whether this was the worst or best night of her life. She was never going to forget it, that’s for sure. She was snapped out of her thoughts when the bartender reached over and took her glass, his lips pursed and eyes wide.

“You lucky son of a bitch.”

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